Can I Get a Witness? (for Liesmith and acuya)

Crista Zhang checked her watch. "Eleven...", she grumbled under her breath, while long strides carried her speedily through the AFW arena backstage, dark and deadly silent on this uneventful weeknight. She should have been sleeping and resting muscles tired from the day's lifting, but in all her great wisdom, she had abandoned her good pair of tennis shoes without stuffing them in her bag. While she wished to give the AFW custodians the benefit of the doubt, she could not be certain that they would put them in any bin for lost items. They cost too much for someone to snatch them.

She knew where they were sitting, by the locker near the shower room she had used, and with the guard's keys in one hand, she strode to the door and let herself inside. Surely enough, there they were, right where they had left them. Crista rolled her eyes at herself and snatched them up.

When she had the door locked and ceased her fumbling with the keys, she started back down the hallway to leave, until a sound not unlike someone crashing into something and crying out reached her ears from over her shoulder. Crista stopped on her heel and turned, knitting her eyebrows.

A soft light peeped from the training room. At this late an hour, who would be training? Suspicious, Crista backtracked until she was at the doorway, and she at first put her ear to do the door. The sounds quieted, but she could not be sure she didn't hear continued shuffling. And panting?

The lightest pressure from her hand revealed that the door was completely unlocked. Someone was here.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Crista pushed the door open wide enough to stick her head through, and her brown eyes squinted into the dimly lit room. They were drawn to one of the training rings, and the two figures who lay on the mat there...entangled with one another. With the limited light, Crista could not tell who they were or what they were doing. She also didn't know if she should interfere.

But her curiosity was too great. And what if something untoward was happening to the one who had cried out? Crista was no hero, but if someone was being attacked, she didn't want it to be a secret.

The wrestler stepped through the doorway, and with gentle footsteps, she moved towards the ring.

”Graaah…” Prayuth writhed about in Alicia’s hold, squirming left and right  and left again as he desperately searched for a way out,  hoping for some slim chance of escape.

”Fuck’s sakes!” It didn't work. No better than it had a minute ago, when she'd first gotten him into this crazy position and started applying insane pressure. As he flopped about on the mat with an ever-growing puddle of sweat beneath him, he couldn't help but think back to how he got into this position, and the man he had to thank for it: Dmitri.

It had all started out innocently enough. He'd been in the lockerroom, getting ready for a light workout session. He honestly would've preferred to be at home with his own equipment, working on his own time, but his agent insisted he get out there and spend some of his time with his competitors. Learn a few names, establish some bonds, that kind of thing.

All well and good. He could live with that for a day. Hell, it even let him meet some of Japanese fans, like Dmitri.

He'd come across the guy when he heading into the locker room, arriving just in time to see him sitting there with worried looking on his face, way worse than you'd ever expect to see on a man who was paid to wrestle scantily clad women. It turned out Dmitri was a bit of a fan, and after giving the guy an autograph for the obligatory 3,000 yen, he explained what was up.

It turned out he wasn't just there to workout, but he was here to meet someone - either his girlfriend or a friend who was a girl, he wasn't too clear on it.  Either way, he wasn't much in the mood for it, it seemed, saying his body was aching, but he wanted to impress her. From there, Prayuth hit up on a neat little idea: why not give his girl a surprise challenger? A movie star? Someone who could show her a few special things?

It all seemed like a good idea. In his head, at least. In practice, it turned out Dmitri had neglected to mention a few key details, like how his not-girlfriend girlfriend was clearly a trained kickboxer, how she had freakish huge legs, and how she was about as pleasant as a bag of feral cats.

Things had actually been going decently in their spar, until he messed up and got taken to the mat. That was when her thighs got around him. That was when it all rapidly went downhill.

And that brought him to his current position, trapped in the middle of the ring with a crazy redhead who seemed hell bent on scissoring him in half.

Alicia had honestly been expecting Dmitri.

But, well, she was hardly picky about who she got to squeeze in these ‘sparring sessions’ of hers. So long as they were basically competent, agreed to it and put up a half-decent fight, she was happy enough. True, despite her sharing him with Isa, Dmitri remained her preferred prey but…

Well, he had apologised so prettily and he had got her a fun toy by way of compensation.

So she supposed she could let him off the hook while his ribs healed a bit.

This time.

Prayuth, by contrast, had gone into this with nice, intact, healthy ribs. And the sort of attitude that Alicia just loved to puncture. He might not be someone she wanted to keep around but, for a one-off dose of fun, there was something just so undeniably fun about beating humility into a jock like him.

Well.

Squeezing some humility into a jock like him.

Possibly unsurprisingly, Alicia’s account of the fight might have been a little different but – at the end of the day – the result was the same.

She’d taken him down, wrapped him up and was now busily demonstrating just how dangerous her scissors were. Leaning on her side, head propped up on one arm, the curvy redhead had her lethal legs locked around the male’s lower torso – the pressure on his lower ribs and all the soft spots thereabouts.

It wasn’t the breath-stealing bodyscissors she’d used on Dmitri, not this time. This was her trying to hurt Prayuth, looking to make a point about how powerless he was. Not to mention the way his slackening torso felt in her vice, more defined than Dmitri’s but nowhere near enough to take her squeeze.

It was just a matter of time before he tapped out and Alicia’s twisted smirk told the tale of how much she was anticipating that.

Certainly, her attention was far more on her prey than the intruder she had so far failed to notice.

A nervous twinge sailed up Crista's spine while she neared the ring. She could have been sneaking over to witness anything at this time of night, from wrestling to the sexual, and the suspense gripped her. Daring not make any sound, Crista's steps were as silent as possible for someone wearing flip-flops.

Once she got close enough to the ring, she got her first glimpse of the scene. There was a woman, and the one making the noise was a man. Crista thought at first that they might have been enjoying themselves, but once she saw how the two were tangled, it was clear that the man was not sounding happy. The woman, who was clearly a wrestler by her frame, had her legs wrapped around the man's midsection. The man was not willowy himself, but for all he looked to be in fantastic shape, he was certainly swallowed up in bulging muscle that held him in place. A few feet from the ring, Crista could tell, the female was in complete control of the situation, squeezing the man to the point of writhing.

Crista straightened and almost snickered out loud. Here were two, sparring at this time of night. Crista couldn't be sure what had brought them here for this purpose, but they were either an incredibly unique couple or incredibly dedicated to their work. Both made them fascinating enough that Crista forgot to say anything, standing and staring at the back of the two of them in curiosity.

She caught herself a few seconds later, glancing around to ensure no one was seeing her standing there gawking so awkwardly, but Crista still did not budge. It would not do to interrupt, after all, but she did want to speak to them.

”How do you want to do this?” Alicia loosened her grip as she spoke, giving him a moment of ease, ”Tap or snap?”

The last word was accompanied not merely by resumption of her previous pressure but – if anything – a tightening of the iron vice around Prayuth’s body.

Not that she was actually out to crack a rib but, if the idiot refused to tap, something was going to go snap, crackle and pop in his torso. And that would be on him, not her, because it wasn’t her fault if he was too stupid to tap out.

Well. What she actually wanted him to do was beg. But they’d get to that. And, unlike Dmitri, Alicia didn’t have to worry about reusability. So long as Prayuth could crawl out and so long as she didn’t do anything she could be charged with, that was all she cared about.

In retrospect, if she was honest, Alicia hadn’t heard anything. There was no noise, no hint that made her glance away from Prayuth. She was just stretching her neck, and frankly bored with looking at his face.

So, the redhead rolled over a bit, planting herself on both hands with her arms straight – a motion that added still further torque to the brutal hold. Now she was looking up at the ceiling, at least until she glanced off to the side.

Total happenstance.

Which was why it was a shock when she found a figure silhouetted in the gloom. Stood staring at her.

Caught, Alicia just blinked for a moment, torn between wanting to break her hold and gain some space and her awareness that she didn’t want to give Prayuth that sort of break. She couldn’t see much about whoever this was in the low light but they were far enough away that she didn’t feel too pressured.

Still…

”Hey there,” she greeted, her curiosity plain in her tone, ”Need help with something?”

Redhead. British. Large thighs.

That was all Prayuth had really known about Alicia going in, and he'd felt like that was all he really needed to know. She was big, but he'd kicked around big guys before. Didn't see it as anything he couldn't handle.

God, hindsight could be a bitch.

When Alicia gave him the ultimatum, his first response was just to give her a pained, annoyed grunt - then a much louder, more pained one when she clamped down on the hold with renewed fervor. Alicia’s scissors lived up to their name, as it literally felt like she was splitting him in half down the middle. He was tough, he was the sort of guy that liked to do his own stunts, and he was no stranger to pain...but injury was something else. She was on the verge of breaking something. Maybe a couple of somethings.

Yeah, pride goeth before the fall, or however it went. A reluctant hand slowly went up, then came down hard on the mat as he felt one of his ribs beginning to give way. One of the last things his budding wrestling career needed.

”All right, all right!” He cried out and rapidly slapped away on her mighty, meaty thigh. ”I give, I fucking give-”

He paused when he heard Alicia speaking, but not to him.

It was only then that he looked over and saw what she see saw, namely the figure cloaked in shadow. A woman, and one with a great figure, though he couldn't tell much more than that. His watering eyes probably didn't help.

”Uh…” He paused for a moment, not sure what the proper words were, here. ”Hi?”

Crista was right about the dynamic of the struggle. The man, apparently too deep into his predicament to escape, started to wail for his release. A smile played at Crista's features at the sight and sound, and she nearly forgot how uncomfortable it might have made them to have an unannounced spectator, right up until the woman spoke to her, and the man followed suit. Feeling, and probably looking, much like a child caught in her antics, Crista could only offer them an, "Ah..."

But she recovered, instead grinning at them. "Hello. Sorry, this was...rude. The staring. But I was fascinated." Not an excuse for the rudeness, but a reasoning, at least. Hopefully, an understandable one. Crista gestured at the door a ways behind her and at the shoes in her hand. "I forgot my shoes, so maintenance let me in to grab them. I didn't expect anyone else in the building so late. Not for sparring." Though she could have continued going through her story, Crista was sure it was obvious that curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she was already a massive distraction.

No, instead she had her own questions, as she eyed the two of them. Patience, she reminded herself. Crista was the oddball gaping at the people trying to have a sparring match in peace and privacy. Well, peace for the redhead, perhaps not for the man. "Don't let me interrupt, please," Crista apologized again, uncertain if they were done.

The man had sounded done, but Crista knew people could be stubborn, even when trapped within legs like the woman's.

Well. This was a first.

It probably would feel to Prayuth as if Alicia was responding to his desperate attempts at tapping, because the redhead had lowered herself back to the mat, the pressure easing from rib-breaking to merely agonising.

Actually, he’d probably be in even more pain, albeit briefly, as those ribs she’d been bending popped back out into place again.

But it was nothing to do with him. In fact, she’d have ignored his pleas if it wasn’t for the newcomer. It was that distraction that had Alicia’s attention and the relief for Prayuth had been unconscious rather planned.

Oh well. He likely wouldn’t complain, at least once the pain from those ribs faded.

Shoes, huh.

That was definitely a first, but she couldn’t quite parse the newcomer’s expression or anything. She was still too far back in the low light.

Oh well. She didn’t seem about to complain or object or do anything annoying. In fact, if anything, she seemed inclined to stick about and watch.

Well, ok. That was fine. Particularly when she then basically suggested they really ought to go right back to it.

Alicia flashed the newcomer a wicked grin.

”I think I like you.” On the verge of going right back to it, she hesitated, cast a measuring gaze at their visitor.

”Fascinated, you said. Hey, do you want a turn or something?”

Well, Prayuth talked too much. Maybe someone squeezing his neck would keep him quieter.

Jumping from moving trains, taking dives out of three story windows, that one stupid time he let someone hit him with a baseball bat in the chest - Prayuth had been through more stunts than he could count in his short career. He was surprisingly durable, and there weren’t too many things he couldn’t shake off - or so he thought. Before he came across this woman.

The pressure was constant and real and intense, and even though Alicia had finally listened to him and ease up a bit, it wasn’t getting much better. Hell, it might’ve been worse now. He could feel his bones resettling and stubbornly sliding back into place, and it was maybe worse than the process that had put them out in the first place.

He let out a long gasp and took his time to breath, only paying half attention to what Alicia and the new women were saying. Something about shoes...and...sparring...and...having a turn?

That last bit caught his attention quite sharply, and he broke into another round of wild struggling, pushing at her legs and attempting to slide free while they weren’t so brutally crushing. ”A turn? What the hell are you talking about?” He gave her thigh a hard slap. ”Get...off…”

Though Crista couldn't see the redhead too clearly in the limited light, she thought the woman may have been grinning at her. The revelation that she liked Crista, based on something she had said, told her that it must have indeed been a grin cutting her way. Crista returned it with one of her own. She half-expected this interesting lady with the legs to go right back to making the main wail, but then, she presented Crista with a proposition that further appealed to her senses.

A chance for a turn.

A touch of curiosity played at her mind at the proposition, and she hid a coy smile in the shadows as she glanced between what she could see of the woman's spectacularly menacing legs and the expression of the newly concerned man wedged between them. She knew what the woman meant,
but seeing legs like those... "As the vise or the one in it?", she asked, before she trotted up closer to the side of the ring and leaned forward into the ropes, not realizing how much she looked like a wistful, intrigued child.

She was one. What a unique little nightlife.

"I can't say I'm not interested..." Amusement played at her features. "But he seems quite done with this arrangement."