Raya Ashberry vs Nefretiri, The Great Shadow

[ellth01l]

"Aghh..." Raya desperately trashed, trying to move to the side in an attempt to break free, but it was no use, she was being completely held in place. She could feel every inch of her body being dominated, her stomach was no match for her opponent's, she was being completely humiliated and worse, she couldnt do anything about it. The fact that this was still early in the match while she was still full of energy, she could not shift the blame on her exhaustion or anything of the sort, it was just plain clear that her opponentwas now fully in charge of the match and could do whatever she wanted, with Raya unable to respond even, and soon enough her struggles started subsiding as well.

[CyanDimitrik]

As Raya struggles and thrashes, the viscera body contact between them only intensifies. Nefretiri's form remains pressed hard against the other woman's, veritably riding her in a full body press. The fact that both women seem to practically wear bikinis as their wrestling gear isn't lost on Nefretiri any more than it's lost on the audience - or their cameras. She can feel every inch of Raya's front against hers, the warmth of every point of skin contact between them. She can feel every time she breathes, inhaling bringing them tighter together, exhaling causing the muscles of her abdominals to pop against the Egyptian - and vice versa. Every heated breath from the sorceress is Raya's to experience, beating hard against her ear - then her face, as she raises her head to lock eyes with her.

The struggling starts to subside, and Nefretiri shifts herself into another grind. Not deliberately painful, but assuredly domineering, asserting herself over Raya's body. The audience mean less to her in this moment than her personal gratification - whether by physically feeling the fit and lean body beneath her like this, or feeling it slowly give in to her.

"Oh, don't worry," she says quietly. "I don't intend to keep you like this all night. I'm just," she pauses, her back arching to sharply press herself along Raya's hips, stomach, and breasts, "enjoying you. Letting you accept your place beneath me."

Her face presses closer, touching brow to brow with her, nose to nose, eyes falling shut, lips nearly touching as she whispers, "Do you want me to let you go?"

[ellth01l]

"ungh...agh...huff...huff..." Raya's struggling groans turn to gasps as her opponents dominance starts squeezing the fight out of her, and she can do nothing but grit her teeth, seething furiously while Nefretiri 's face comes face to face with hers and then starts taunting while continuing to grind into her.

"Y-you got lucky." Raya mumbles as she quickly looks away, unable to hold the eye contact, she tries to keep up the pretense by threatning her opponent but all the fire in her words are completely extinguished, leaving her pathetically trying to act cocky while still trapped and nearly beaten. "Let me go and ill show you exactly how lucky you got, itll be your last mistake!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Is that what you believe..?," asks Nefretiri with coy confidence. "You believe this is a matter of luck?"

Her head lifts, then with a flick, she gathers her long, straight her to the right side of her face to better look down at her. Even with Raya's face turned aside, those amethyst eyes burn on her. "This is a matter of natural order. The weak beneath the strong."

Suddenly, the lock is released and Nefretiri pushes up off of Raya's generously-bared form. Skin contact is broken, the sudden rush of cool arena air hitting against the Egyptian's midsection and upper-chest. But her left leg raises, delivering a the bare sole of her foot deep against the impressive abdominals of her Canadian opponent in a stomp.

The girl leans forward while keeping her foot ground hard into the pit of her stomach, elbow braced over her knee. "Then show me," she dares her. "Get up and prove yourself."

With a final push of force with that foot, she returns to her full erect height and steps aside to put a little distance between them. To deliberately encourage a rushing charge from her opponent, to bait her into one. The demoralization game doesn't strictly come from sensual physical dominance, but from mind-games. Taking out whatever remains of someone's confidence. It's especially enjoyable when the other woman is such a physical specimen.

Turning to face Raya again, her arms spread invitingly with a wicked smile, as if offering her body forward to her. And with every expectation that Raya is going to go with a spear tackle. She has the build. She has the forceful personality. And Nefretiri is deliberately making her own midsection a tempting target.

Because she intends to fall with it. To hook Raya's head and fall back. To drive the top of her head against the mat with a sudden surprise DDT.

[ellth01l]

Raya keeps struggling furiously while getting called weak but is surprised after her opponent suddenly releases the lock, something she hadn't expected at all. She grunts as her stomach is stomped and Nefretiri leans over to taunt her again before stepping aside. Raya starts to get to her feet and glares furiously at Nefretiri who is standing there, leaving herself wide open, daring Raya to charge at her, who can tell its a trap, but her pride is stung by the fact that the other woman clearly felt no threat as she released the lock that had Raya completely trapped and was now leaving herself intentionally vulnerable, as if saying she knew Raya couldnt do anything. And as a result, Raya furiously charged forwards without hesitation, aiming to hit her shoulders right into Nefretiri's open stomach with a spear.

Right as she reaches Nefretiri, though, she suddenly finds her head hooked as she is then driven back into the mat with a DDT that leaves her stunned and reeling.

"Hnngh!" Raya lets out a sharp grunt as her vision goes blurry and she's left crumpled on the floor while groaning in pain and clutching her head, her opponent having been proved right once again.