Dog Eat Dog

Stone was going to be a serious issue for them. How did Yuki come to that conclusion? Because she was big? Because she was rippling with muscle? Because of that ice-cold demeanor that her fellow rebels without a cause seemed to be fatally lacking? Was it all of those things at once?

No. It was because Yuki nailed her in the chest and she was still standing. Twice.

That kick she threw out had a hint of desperation behind it - only the slightest tiniest amount. Yuki considered it one of her better qualities to be able to keep cool under pressure but there was only so much she could do to stem the adrenaline. Even so, Yuki could focus when it mattered and Stone hadn’t even made her sweat yet. That kick would have floored any other woman her size, at least brought them to their knees. Close to the clavicle; the blonde wolf wouldn’t want to have been on the other end of it. But as Yuki let her feet touch the floor and stepped out from the corner, she had to resist the urge to charge because Stone was looking right back at her. Haggard, using the ropes for support, but far from defenseless. That was a problem.

At the very least she knew how to take punishment. How much punishment was the question and Yuki was eager to find the answer. Yuki took into a rush after her and broke off to the side at the last moment, using the middle rope to jump off her left foot and gain a couple of inches of air. It was just a small enough leap to equalize the height and loop her arms around Stone’s head, aiming to take her down with her in a side-headlock takedown to the ground. She was the one made for this job, Yuki would see it through.

And what was Fumika doing? Flirting. Of course.

In her defense, Divine was making it quite difficult for her to focus on anything other than one-hundred and thirty-four pounds of Brazilian lush. A number she’d admittedly studied for far longer than Manami had likely cared for. In analyzing the Valkyries’ respective strengths and weaknesses to the Dire Pack’s, the wolf found herself naturally focused on the most unique talent amongst them. Her accent was a rarity in this part of the world which only allured Fumika all the more. She watched with an attentive gaze to every curve and idle gesture Divine offered in her brief stride to the corner. “If you’ve been watching for as long as I suspect there might not be much for me to clarify. I’m not a complicated woman, Divine. That’s all you have to know.”

Fumika took two steps forward into the Brazilian’s space. Her hand leaned against the middle rope as she brought herself closer, brushing a lock behind her ear. The wolf’s eyes seemed to glance down the biker’s body, analyzing in a mere second every vulnerability and how long it would take once the pressure was applied. “I’m going to take my time, and I’m going to cherish every second we spend together. The state of your body will be a foregone conclusion. But your drive, what you can give to me...will that be enough?”

An allure to be certain. At the very least, Divine seemed to be a far more enjoyable use of her time than Mako. Manami could certainly attest. The woman was small and insignificant at a glance, but that compact frame revealed itself when it was in action. The best she could do was swat the fly away with a slicing kick that met the leader's ribs with a satisfying crunch. A satisfaction diluted by the ringing in Manami's ears. The wolf placed a hand to her ear as backed a step on wobbly legs, peering out at Mako through one eye past the camera flashes and stage lights that were suddenly blinding her. Manami had never been flashbanged but this was about as close as she would like to get.

The little bitch made a good surprise attack, Manami could give her that. What was more important, however, was a proper response. Mako was recovering in these precious seconds. The Wolf Girl had to act. She steadied herself, bent herself low, and took off in a forward dash without a second breath.

Her head throbbed again. From this distance, it was difficult to ascertain which of the three Makos in front of her was the real one. It was too late for second-guessing. She'd just take all three.

Manami came low and opened her arms as wide as she could. The instant she felt solid purchase, she'd wrap her arms around the biker and wouldn't let go, even as her runaway velocity would leave them tumbling out of the ring and to the unforgiving floor below.

Yeah. Yeah, there was a broken rib, Mako was sold on that. Not bruised, not cracked, straight up broken, and she wasn’t too sure it would be healed by the time Showdown rolled around, either.

It was an irritating little thought, making her almost wish they’d skipped this, at least from the strategic standpoint. Manami was going to be the hardest fight she’d ever thrown herself into, and she had to be at 100% for it. Anything less than her best and the She-Wolf would run her down, hound her weaknesses, exploit and destroy - exactly the sort of thing she would do. So the only real option she could see was to even things up and make sure Manami left the arena broke, too. That was the mindset she had when she tried to make her back in the ring, looking to take advantage of Manami’s addled state. Plans changed, though, when Manami came barreling at her full steam, leaping towards her, almost as if she were trying to…

”Ah, shit.”

They were going down, hard, with Manami driving them. It was a long way to the floor, and she knew who’d be taking the brunt of it. Gritting her teeth, she tensed up, prepared for the crash, and threw furious elbows into her foe’s face every inch of the way down, hammering away her in a mad rush.

She hit the floor with a sickly thump and cried out, rolling from the crash zone and kicking up a fit. She got her shit together and stop on her hands and knees, but that was as good as she could do for the moment as tried to deal with the pain and checked for any more broken bones.

Screams, yells, cries. Panic, raw adrenaline coursing through the veins. This was all too familiar to Stone, brought her back to the lifetime she spent as a soldier. She wasn’t the Rambo her brothers liked to think she was, but she had seen combat, had been in the middle of firefights, had known what that kind of pressure could be like. What it was like to push hard and get pushed back, to throw everything at an enemy that was out for blood. This was the first time she’d encountered Yuki or the Dire Pack, but that flavor was there. That intensity. This pain.

She’d been here before. They wanted war, and they’d get it. Push past it, Alicia.

Stone took a step forward, knowing she needed to close in on Yuki before she could use the space to her advantage, but she was either too damn slow or her foe was too damn fast - either way, she was able to close in and cut her off before she could even think about lowering the boom down on her. Stone hadn’t figured the blonde as a fancy type, thought she was more of straight forward, meat-and-potatoes sort of fighter. She wasn’t expecting the woman to use the ropes as a springboard, the sort of thing she would’ve expected from a cruiserweight, and she was totally taken off guard by it. If that was the intent, then Yuki succeeded.

Stone swung out, tried to knock Yuki away, but she was too slow on the draw at this range and found her head snagged before she had the chance to counter. It was a simple maneuver, just a takedown, but the momentum Yuki brought with it was too much. She was going down, and she was going down with Yuki on top, the exact last position she wanted with a woman like this. She hit the floor with a hard grunt and immediately threw her legs up in an attempt to snag her foe in a scissorhold and pull her off. It was a basic move, though, and she wasn’t too sure it would work with her.

Oh, if only she had a teammate who could help watch her back instead of shooting the breeze with someone she was supposed to be fighting. ”D, feel free to do something whenever you’re ready!”

Divine looked over at her fellow Valkyrie long enough to throw a quick wave her way, before focusing back on Fumika. In her defense, she was playing a vital role in keeping the Gentle Wolf occupied. She knew this type, knew the sort of danger she could pose - in her way, she was the most dangerous woman in this ring. Keeping her busy was an important task, key to their survival. And if she just so happened to have fun doing it, well, there was no harm in that, right?

”Like what you see?” She opened her arms out wide and let Fumika take the full look over, even turning to the side so she could get a better look on the more choice parts. She was being analyzed, no doubt, but there was lust there, too. Mystery. It was every day that she found a playmate like this, someone on her own level or maybe higher, and she was going to savor it.

”You want drive, I have drive. I just need the proper motivation. And this body of yours...” She stepped forward and reached out to touch Fumika - but only just touch her. Her nails made the barest contact as they traced the counters of her breasts, her abs, her hips. ”...very motivating. I want it wrapped around me. On top of me. To really feel it.”

The desire was a real, palpable thing - they might’ve been playing a game, here, but she wasn’t faking that much. ”I don’t suppose you’d leave me with a quick taste before security comes out?” She batted her eyelashes, looking as innocent as she could get away with. “Just a little something to tide us over.”

Fumika was awfully hungry. The days had been somewhat dull since Manami had seized the championship. Breaking bones backstage just didn't quite retain its appeal when it became the rule rather than the exception. Yuki and Manami wore their hearts of unbridled savagery clean across their scar-laden sleeves, but Fumika considered herself little different from them. She longed for an equal just as much as them even if she didn’t quite show it with the same kind of affection. She needed the fight, and a sincere challenge from a willing partner.

Divine was promising. As she relaxed into the corner,  Fumika felt her gaze linger on the sultry motorist's relaxed posture and hung onto the sincere tone of that delectable accent. She stepped forward. The blue-eyed wolf let her fingers glide along the top rope as she invaded Divine’s enclosed space. Her leg reached out and forced its way between the Brazilian’s inner thighs. Their chests pressed together as she leaned in and brought her lips close enough to taste the flavor of sweet berries on the exotic lover's lips. She closed her eyes and whispered a simple truth. "Oh, I can give you so much more than that."

None of it mattered in tender moments like these. All of the sounds just slipped away. All of the chaos...slowly, it all...just...

"I think you've all missed the point here."

A booming voice echoed far and wide across the arena’s stereo system. Fumika opened her eyes and turned in sync with everyone else in the arena to watch the flashing mega screen. On and off with a reverberating pulse the pixels scrambled together and died all at once for a moment. Then, on the screen flashed the face of a woman making herself increasingly familiar in the federation’s upper echelon...



"As touching as it is to see our resident biker gang and pack of stray dogs squabbling like children, I couldn't help but notice that our official schedule for the annual Showdown event is over a week away. Making this exchange of blows and incredibly...colorful rhetoric entirely unwarranted. As it stands right now, you’re wasting time and money.  Your enthusiasm is noted, and appreciated, but premature. Allow me to correct this careless oversight for you."Sae snapped her finger. All around her came the sound of rushing boots and brushing leather as men in security forms rushed out behind her. "It would be in your best interest not to resist. This fight is unsanctioned and there will be legal repercussions for any permanent injuries. And for our ladies and gentlemen here tonight...enjoy the rest of the show.”

Sae stepped away from the microphone as her feed cut out, glancing one last time at the camera feed before she turned towards the door. Her shoulder brushed with a stocky man in a business suit to her immediate right as she tucked a hand away into her jacket pocket. “Get these idiots under control. Retrieve Cassidy and rush her to the medical ward. Priority one.”

"Yes, ma'am!" Sae’s command was simple and without a second thought. She'd lost the ability to doubt herself at this point. The next time she saw Kuro, she wouldn’t have another reason to laugh in her face.

Oh goodie, thought Yuki. The chief’s lapdogs.

From the way the blonde wolf had come to understand the state of the company, AFW had maintained a relatively complacent approach to managing their internal affairs. The talent could run rampant, the staff was lazy. Their recent Chief of Security was looking to mix things up a little, at least that’s what the Wolf Mother conferred to her. This woman was a problem and naturally, this shitshow was going to put them in her crosshairs.

Yuki felt the grip she was keeping around Stone’s neck start to weaken as they shuffled around on the floor. The woman was damn strong and a distraction was the last thing she needed. They weren’t getting away from this. Yuki figured as much before they even stepped foot in here. Didn't mean they had to be quiet about it. Nah. She wasn't going to look like a bitch after tonight.

“Sounds like we're gonna finish this later, you and me." Her eyes darted between the platinum-haired giant in her grip and the ramp entrance, noticing the first security guards start to flood in. "So, what are you thinking? Your boss strikes me as the hardcore type, and I can just about guess the kind of match your other teammate is gonna go for. You're the only one I can’t pin down."

She looked down at Stone and asked a simple question with her eyes alone: How do you want to settle this?

Manami wasn’t feeling quite as cooperative. The tenth tremor that wracked her skull made it difficult to focus on much else beyond getting up from the floor and the words booming into her ear. Of course, tonight of all nights, Sae Yamamoto was feeling bold. Manami had forced the Pack to tread somewhat carefully to avoid getting caught in her web. That was working out about as well as she expected.

She didn’t have to turn around to hear the army of rushing boots headed their way. Yet, that didn’t worry her as much as the Valkyrie Leader splayed out on the floor beside her. There would be a time and place for them to finish things. Nothing had to be decided right now. Manami understood that fully. And yet, the searing flame inside of her stomach wouldn’t go out. It compelled her to move forward, to send the message she stepped into this arena to deliver firsthand. No one was going to get in the way of that.

Slow and painfully, she raised her face from the floor and looked to Mako as best as she was able between blurry vision and a bloodshot gaze. Her teeth grit together, growling in a predatory fury that manifested in the marks her nails made as they dragged across the floor. Without further hesitation, she forced her body to all fours and charged forward. She leaped and tackled the biker to the floor, moving to straddle her waist with the intent of wrapping her hands around that petite throat and squeezing as much life from her body as possible.

Divine fulfilled fantasies, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t have fantasies of her own. Lately, those fantasies - the better ones, anyway - involved Fumika Hau, with the two of them in various positions. Sometimes she was on the bottom, suffering under those thighs, smothered under those breasts, fighting for every breath as she struggled under a tidal wave of flesh. Other times, she was on top with her slender, svelte thighs closed around the blonde’s neck in a figure four, grinding against that lovely face and watching the life drain away, her skin changing colors, eye flickering…

Would they scream? Would they smile? There were so many ways things could go, and they were all tantalizing. They didn’t have long to wait, but every night where it didn’t happen was going to be a restless one. She didn’t ask for much, only a little something to ease things along. A preview.

And she was close to having it, too. Fumika moved in, stalked her way, and Divine closed her eyes as she slid the piece of artwork she called a thigh in between her legs, fitting in as neatly as if they were made for each other. Those breasts pressed against her own, and she could feel her form threatening to swallow her up. So close now, so hot, and those lips were drawing to her through raw magnetism. She was on the precipice of something great. Agony or ecstasy, she wasn’t sure, but she was beyond ready to find out.

And then everything turned weird.

Divine opened one eye and turned it towards the big screen, and found herself looking at...Sae? She was the security-cheif or something. She didn’t pay much attention to non-hentai matters, but she’d heard that name in passing more than a few times from Stone, and now she recognized her from the description. She had thought the woman was just a joke - wrestling security was notoriously nonexistent, glorified rent-a-cops, and the Valkyries had run roughshod over them from day one. Now, as a steady stream of jacked up goosesteppers made their way to the ring, she was starting to rethink that notion.

”Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” It was the most unsexy thing she had said all day, but she figured that ship had sailed and wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Her business would either be with a vibrator or one of her fellow Valkyries if she could get them in the mood. For now, she made do with running her tongue along Fumika’s chin, marking her with a quick lick. ”To be continued.”

Divine slithered down to her knees, letting their bodies slide along each, feeling every bump they had to offer along their fronts. She planted a loving kiss in her opponent’s lap, then ducked under the ropes and dashed for the crowd, leaping in and making a quick exit.

Stone watched it all unfold with a slight sense of...familiarity? She had to admit, Sae was leaving her impressed. She had been curious about this woman since she first hit the scene, hearing all sorts of things about the way she was running things, and this all lined up with the rumors. Efficient commands, coordinated movements, a tight security force. It was the sort of rigid discipline that was bread and butter in her time with the military, but she hadn’t expected to see any of it here.

It was distracting, but not enough to make her completely forget about the ball of fury on top of her. As Yuki eased up, she did the same, calming down with her struggles as she spoke. Much as she hated to say it, the Wolf had a point - they needed to nail down where they were going with things. Her lips shifted, she blinked, giving it all the contemplation she could spare with the multitude of stimuli going on. It couldn’t be anything conventional, nothing vanilla. It had to be something simple, straightforward, but challenging - she wanted this woman head on, and she didn’t want anything to sully it, no weapons to hide behind. There couldn’t be any doubts on the winner.

”Knockout.” She said it plain and stared straight, without a hint of hesitation, even as Sae’s men closed in on them. ”First to sleep, loses...and that will be you. Understand?” It wasn’t so much a threat, as it was a statement of fact. She didn’t think it would be easy, Yuki was already giving her one of the toughest fights of her life right now and she didn’t expect it would be any less intense when they had their real bout. She would be tough to overcome, but she would do it.

Mako, on the other hand, wasn’t thinking about anything like. She wasn’t thinking about much at all, really, save for the aching pain in her spine, the pulsing agony that came at her in waves. She’d taken the worst of that crash, but she could power through it. She’d fought on with worse than this holding her back. Not much worse, but worse.

She was in the process of picking herself up when Manami swooped in like her namesake, rushing over her and pinning her to the floor. Mako started to sit up and push her off, only to be stopped by hands at her throat, digging into her skin, crushing windpipe, squeezing the life out of her. She could feel bones giving way under the pressure, threatening serious danger, bringing her close to unconsciousness and maybe worse than that. She’d never been in more danger in her entire life.

Mako smiled, reached up, grabbed Manami’s skull, and proceeded to plunge her gloves thumbs into her opponent’s eye sockets, giving the Wolf Mother back all the ferocity she was dishing out. She doubted she’d be able to do anything, as the security guards rushed over and yanked them apart, hauling them up and enveloping them, battering them into compliance.

It didn’t matter. The important thing was that she didn’t give Manami an inch. Not now, not ever, not until the bitter end.

Leave it to the woman behind the curtain to ruin everything.

Fumika let a dejected sigh slip from between her warm and wanting lips. What a drab way to bring this evening to a close. It wasn't as though Fumika hadn't expected their time to be limited. She'd performed her logistics to a tee. Her adversary, however, had done such a wonderful job of marketing herself only to be taken away in such short order. It was rare that she felt a genuine sense of frustration and she would not cling to it long. There were optimal ways to compensate, especially with their most recent pink-haired addition to their little troupe. That being said, Divine had shouted a very colorful suggestion into the ether to which Fumika could do naught but chuckle and shrug. She could understand the frustration as much as the eagerness. She was just as disappointed at how quickly the official close to their first meeting appeared to be approaching.

“I believe that was the idea. If time were permit-oh” It was so simple. Nothing but a lick, a quick flick of Divine's moist tongue that couldn't have lasted longer than half of a second and gone as quickly as it came. And yet it was still enough to send a shiver down her spine. Fumika smiled at the Brazilian as she watched her slither out of the ring and disappear into the crowd. One week had never seemed so far away…

The cerulean-eyed beauty looked back to her teammate who was still struggling on the ground. The teammate inside of the ring.

Yuki appreciated the space she was giving them, personally. In the precious seconds they had left, Yuki was still able to gain a much greater measure of the woman she would be facing again in only a matter of days. Aside from being strong as fuck, she had a cool head, able to think and react quickly under pressure. That, and she hated beating around the bush.

Knockout. Not bad. Personally, it was the kind of setup that Yuki was much more comfortable with. 'Rules' were a myth where she came from. Some lingering suggestion of a formality that died out amongst the sound of roaring crowds and stink of dirty money. If Stone wanted to play a round on her turf, she wouldn't complain. Not in the slightest.

"Sure." And a roll of the eyes for good measure. Yuki finally, slowly released hold around Stone's head and slithered herself free of the woman's legs, barely holding back a wince as she brought herself to one knee. While all of her attention had been on Stone's burly upper body, her legs weren't too bad either. Nothing compared to Fumika, but definitely upper tier. Decent enough to bruise bone with some effort. Figures. She must have been all muscle from head to toe. Noted.

"Might wanna remember who put you down there." The She-Wolf cocked her finger gun and pressed it square in the center of Stone’s forehead. The hammer fell down and a pop echoed out from between Yuki’s lips. Bang. With that, she rolled out of the ring with her saccharine partner close behind. The latter spared a single wave and smile to the biker before she followed after Yuki. The two of them calmly strode over the divider and, with a single step, disappeared into the shifting masses.

Thoughts of escape had long escaped Manami Kuroda’s mind. Her purpose tonight had become singular and there was no turning back from it. Her nails tearing into the Valkyrie's throat may as well have been inch-long talons sinking and binding the two of them into a bloody and malevolent union, unable to break away as they were brought to the edge of death. Mako was not content to go quietly, but that suited the Wolf Girl just fine. She wanted her to struggle. She wanted to see the frustration and the utter loss of hope when she looked Mako and the eye one last time and-

Manami roared a blood-curdling cry, a venomous mixture of agony and disdain. Everyone around them could hear it and some even covered their ears lest it return to them in some distant nightmare. But it wasn't for them. It was for the woman whose life she had between her palms. With every ounce of fiber of being, Manami did nothing but yell and squeeze until one of them finally gave out.

Her arms were wrenched away in short order as she was dragged up from the floor and away from Mako. She kicked and screamed and bit at every weakness she could find as the mass of uniforms slowly overtook her and drowned out howls, fading into the cascading madness around them all.