PDSM vs. Wolf and Cub - Old Fashioned

...was Wolf’s nose broken? It felt like it could’ve been, but he wasn’t smelling blood, so he took that as a good sign. It definitely felt numb, though, and it had done a great job of knocking him senseless. He wasn’t quite unconscious, hadn’t slipped in that fun little dreamland just yet, but he was close, far closer than he wanted to be. Credit where credit was due, Dia had one hell of a knee strike, one of the worst he’d ever been tagged with, but it was nothing he couldn’t recover from. He just need a moment. A moment to…

...crap, he couldn’t move.

He tried. He did try. He made an attempt at sitting up, and got about a quarter of the way before his body just had enough of it and flopped down. He was far too wozzy for the effort, his brain in a tailspin, and it didn’t show any signs of improving any time soon. Definitely not if PDSM had their way.

Speaking of which, it seemed like they were quite done with him just yet, not content to end things with a pin or even make an attempt. They wanted him up, they wanted him under control. He was vaguely aware of them dragging him over to the corner - an impressive feat by itself, he had to admit. He was also vaguely aware of his daughter yelling her protests his way.

”Hey! Skanks! Leave him alone!”

Not helpful, but appreciated.

Día had a tough time dragging Wolf over towards the corner, the man’s body just an awkward hold and the sheer amount of dead weight being carried. If he were awake enough to understand what was going on, she was sure he would sarcastically take her struggles to carry his flesh as a minor victory. When it actually came to lifting him up onto his feet, the demon demanded her partner help, having no interest in throwing out her back trying to lift all of the dead weight by herself! Selina would hoist the body up by one shoulder, and Día would lift up the other. Using the very basics of team work the two were actually able to get the large man on his feet, but not without a heap of muttered curse words and various insults towards the man’s figure. The young whimpers of the cub were met with a simple, yet strange gaze from Día, the demon making a point to lick her lips and shine a smile.

“Hurry up! Grace period ain’t that long you moron! The longer we waste with him, less time we can play with the girl!”

“She’ssss so boring, though…so tight and steadfast with her morals. Why bother playing with a dull little girl who won’t even bend the rules to save her Father?”

“Just get him into position already!”

Selina just rolled her eyes in annoyance as Día moved to one side of the ring in preparation for their tag team attack. Selina, suddenly very gentle with Wolf, would lead him towards the center of the ring as though she were walking an elderly person across the street. She would soon abandon him there, continuing to walk towards the side opposite of her partner, before breaking into a run and using the ropes to build momentum. Día would copy the movements, both women approaching Wolf with decent speed before missing him completely, going instead for another rebound off the ropes. If their Target was still standing, then he would be difficult to miss as the shadow and the snake both intended to smash him to pieces in a twin clothesline finisher the team had dubbed The Stunning Whip!

The crowd was loud as hell, but not so much that Cheyenne couldn’t hear PDSM talking about her as they proceeded to set her father up for whatever crazy thing they were about to do. While she more than a little distressed about them saying they were coming for her next, she was more peeved to hear them say she didn’t have the chutzpah to get in there and save her father. She would’ve happily done so in a heartbeat, and she was tempted to do it even now - but she knew her Dad. She knew how he liked to play things. She knew he’d rather lose clean than have her cheat to give him an edge, even if really, clearly, 100% needed. And most of all, she knew he’d chew her ear off for a week if she broke the rules.

So she stood and watched like a good girl. As much as she absolutely hated it.

Wolf would’ve agreed with her at the moment, if he had the capacity for rational thougth. Unfortunately, that had pretty much left him at the moment, and he could do little more than go along as PDSM led him around, stumbling as he stood up, his world turned into a topsy turvy mess. He was only vaguely aware of the dark shapes moving around him, trying his best to keep track of them as they darted about, and by the time he’d drawn a good enough bead on them to tell which direction they were coming from and what was about to happen…

Bam. The two vixens hit Wolf in perfect tandem, sandwiching his skull between their strikes. The mighty man went down as if he’d been hit with a shotgun, all the life leaving his body at once, leaving him a shaking, shuddering mess in the middle of the ring.

“KYAAAAAAA HAHAHAHEHEHEHEAAAHHAHAAAAAA~~~ That was by far the most satisfying experience I had all week~ Delectable! Exquisite! Unrivaled! Refreshing! And all sooo very comedic in practice!”

“Will you just shut the hell up?!? You are the one tagged in, so try not to fuck this up and pin that old shit already!!!”

While Día was forced through the ropes by the annoying referee, Selina’s hungry eyes rolled over towards wolf. Even with that mask over her face, the disgusting smile of hers could be seen in her eyes alone. Those all too familiar giggles would roll out of her mask’s speakers, each one crawling in Wolf’s ear like a long-forgotten memory as she began to approach him, her arms opened wide as if she expected him to embrace her.

“Wolfie~ C’est le destin! Did you miss me, darling? Why oh whyyyy did you run from me? Or was it I who ran from you? It’s all so fuzzy, but either way it was cruel! But you and I are together once more!”

Selina would twirl about happily, as though she were a young girl, and not the barely dressed sadist she was. Since Wolf was still drowsy, she was all too comfortable placing her face right up to his, dropping to her knees and bringing her black and gold eyes mere inches from his own. The tip of her mask touching the tip of his nose, her mask’s speakers once again picking up an unfamiliar noise inside.

“It’s always sad when death breaks lovers apart…but I will make sure to take care of our dear sweet daughter with my dear friend. Go on to the other world, and rest easy~ OR DON’T! LIKE I GIVE A SHIT~”

Selina would attempt to finish wolf off, placing a knee on his chest while hooking his leg. Her monstrous gaze tracking from Wolf to the cub outside. The PDSM had already written him off, and like greedy children, were already looking for seconds before finishing what they had.

These two were good. While he could never approve of the clothing choices or their oversexualized wrestling philosophy, and they tended to have a silly dynamic, he couldn’t deny that they worked well together and were effective. Even if he’d been at his best, they would’ve still run rings around him, clearly having a good sense of the way they worked.

PDSM was a good tag team. It severely pained him to admit that.

Speaking of pain, he was in an immense amount of it, so much so that he was barely aware of his situation and the approaching Selina. He had his eyes closed, but he could smell her as she approached and feel the heat on his face from her feral breath. She had a lot to say, as it turned out, and he winced as her shriek shook his ears. Something about the whole situation made his skin crawl, even more so than it had been during the rest of this match.

She was taking her time with the pin, but it didn’t much matter at this point. When her knee came down on his chest, there wasn’t any moving out of it or kicking he could do. He was stuck, immobile, as the referee began the count, but more distressing than a loss her was what Selina said about going after his daughter - protecting her had been the reason he’d gotten into this position, and the idea of it all going south regardless was alarming. ”Leave...leave her alone…”

”1...2…”  

Meanwhile, on the outside, Cheyenne was pensive, thinking more about stepping in to save her old man at the last moment, but not liking the look in these two crazy women’s rabid eyes. Her gaze shifted between them and she gripped the ropes tight, waiting for them to make the move as the referee’s hand came down for a final count.

“3!”

The bell would ring like a crack of thunder, and the roar of the audience would be the echo. The arena seemed so divided for the first time in a long time. Many were cheering on the famous legend and his up-in-coming daughter to prevail against their two bewitching adversaries. After all, this was their tag team debut, and they already had so much prestige backing them up. On the other hand, many were indeed taken in by the two women and their enrapturing appearance. They revealed so much skin, and their sexual undertones seemed to hook a certain subsect of the audience members to the point that they were actually getting cheers, despite their scummy tactics.

Of course, Selina either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Her predatory eyes were still memorizing Wolf’s face as the referee lifted her arm up into the air in victory.

“Tsk tsk, Wolfie. You really should be worrying more about yourself than anyone else.”

Selina slithered back to her feet, quickly striking out at the black and white striped official by slamming them in the stomach with a knee attack. Before the woman even had time to drop, Día tossed Selina her signature whip. It was like a mother being reunited with their child, Selina snuggling up towards the twisted leather, letting it fall to the floor before giving it a quick flick! Instantly, the air SNAPPED! The yellow and gold eyes flicking over towards Cheyenne like a hungry beast laying its eyes on food.

“Now then…why don’t we give you that picture you wanted so much, Dar-ling.”

A cold snicker would come from the side of Cheyenne, Día crawling out from the shadows of the ring, her elongated prosthetic claw grasping and scraping towards the Cub. The crimson lensed hooded figure seemed to approach Cheyenne with hostility and spite, each one of them clawing their way closer and closer towards the inexperienced fighter. With every step, they were closing in on her, Cheyenne’s avenue for escape quickly being demolished with every step!

Some people in the audience were telling her to flee. Others were confident the daughter of the legendary Wolf could handle these two with ease. A swirl of shouts and screams, praises and warnings were all swirling around in her ears while the two villains approached like butchers preparing to slaughter flesh.

It was only a sharp clap coming from the entrance ramp that seemed to cut through the madness.

“Alright you two, that’s enough trouble you caused for today!”

Both predatory women’s gaze flicked to the origin of the voice, revealing a taller woman that gave off a strong, professional feeling. She was dressed in a white button up shirt, paired with a black vest and dress pants. One thing was certain, and that was that this woman was no wrestler. She actually looked very much like one of the office assistants that worked closely with the higher ups at the AFW. It was a strange sight, given the other cast of characters that were in the wrestling. Stranger still was the PDSM’s reaction.

“Rhein?! What the-? What are you doing here?!?”

“We were…We were just giving the rookie here a warm welcome! Just a little scare to-“

“You both did your jobs and won. I think she would much rather comfort her Father then endure you two and your…teasing.”

“But…”

Neither of the women could come up with a counter, each of them glancing at the other, then back to the green haired woman. She was clearly starting to lose her patience, causing them each to groan and grumble, but ultimately comply with her request.

“Tsk! You got lucky this time, Cubby!” Día hissed, bumping the smaller girl as she followed Selina up the ramp. The woman named Rhein would ensure her clients left properly before breathing a deep sigh, like the world was pushing on her shoulders. Her green eyes would roll over to Wolf, then Cheyenne. Her team had really done a number on Wolf, though she understood why he did what he did.

There was nothing wrong with protecting someone you loved.

The Manager would smile kindly and wave to Cheyenne before turning to leave. Her job was done here, and she had to fill out a report and get to a phone meeting in an hour. She couldn’t hang around even if she wanted to. At the very least, Cub and Wolf could get some personal time with each other.

“Good luck Cub. Hopefully Wolf trained you well, because you’ll need all the experience you got to survive a place like this.”