Nefretiri vs Courtney- ironman 10ms of pain

[Blade ocs]

Courtney felt movement. Her head moves. She heard something. She felt like she was getting grabbed and something else. A lift up.

A lift...up...OH! She woke with a gasp, seeing Nefretri's wast. She was feeling something. Her hand? On her hand?

She went to grab her washi. Was this the first? time she grabs it. She feels nice. But she got a good feeling about what's going to happen, and she can't stop it.

We'll do that feeling kind of right. She didn't expect her legs to clap onto her face. Well, it can securely hold her head. This feels very modified. She guesses all of her makes are modified. Well, her finishers.



She gets her head planted, and she yells in pain from the impact. Again, she gets knocked out. Everything goes black.

[CyanDimitrik]

She felt Courtney stir to life in that final moment. ..Good. Good. It's so much sweeter when the rival feels everything, when the Eternal Darkness is theirs to experience firsthand. She can't say she's executed it on an unconscious victim too often, but every match deserves its proper, satisfying ending. It's just better if everyone gets to take part. Even Courtney.

Once they connect with the mat, Nefretiri releases her from the hold to let her flop to the mat. She wastes no time in leaning herself forward deeply, close enough to brush the curvature of her breasts across Courtney's as she crawls forward, deliberately sensual as she moves further down over her body. She finally comes to lie overtop her, pressing her hips into Courtney's breasts, her back arched to press her midsection along her opponent's. Her left arm wraps her left leg, hooking the limb into the air at her shoulder. Her right hand settles over Courtney's right thigh to hold it down, and her thighs frame either side of the inmate's face tightly.

Sensual pin sunk in, the referee hesitantly lowers to her knees. Then she tilts forward, bracing one hand on the mat.

Her other hand raises...

...it swings down, slapping the mat.

"ONE!"

Another slap.

"TWO!"

[Blade ocs]

Courtney, even though she passed out, could somewhat feel something. It was probably just another pin attempt. Wait, why is she moving like that? Her mind went blank. When Courtney's leg was lifted, she did nothing, for she couldn't do anything.

THREE

Ding ding.

Nefretri 4 to 0

The ringing of the bell woke Courtney up. Slowly, and her vision hazy. She sees Nefretri butt. She closed her eyes and went to black out. She hopes she is done with her and, most importantly, that the timer has run out.

She wants to please her for her to stop, but she knows she won't. She is asleep and sleeping. She just wants this nightmare to end. She wants it to just... END.

[CyanDimitrik]

Four to nothing.

What a perfect way to present herself to a new audience.

"Get up! Let'er go!," pleads the referee after signaling the bell.

Nefretiri seems unbothered by the urging, unhurried and unconcerned. She eases the leg back down to the mat, and she arches her body back gradually off of Courtney's, until the final point of contact is broken - her hips from Courtney's chest. She sinks back to rest on her knees, framing her opponent's head between them.

"What shall I do, then? Shall I try to torture you into unconscious submission? Continue laying over you? Or.."

Her back arches, and she plants her palms onto Courtney's shoulders as if casually pinning her again. This obviously doesn't please the referee, who goes agog at the audacity. "H-hey! No! You have to break it up!"

"You really want me to brutalize her more?," asks Nefretiri, tilting her head curiously up at her.

The referee pauses, a look of concern crossing her features. She glances down to Courtney, then back to the Egyptian. "W-well, i-it's.. it's the rules..!"

"Very well, then." Her hands lift from Courtney's shoulders, and she slowly lifts to her feet. The sorceress stalks to her side, and she lifts her leg, clearly ready to stomp down on the helpless form of her opponent.

"N-no, wait, don't-!"

BZZZZT!

Nefretiri pauses, brow raised. Her music begins pumping through the speakers, signaling that the match has officially ended. The longest ten minutes of poor Courtney's life has come to an end, and she eases her bare foot back down to the mat.

The referee is visibly relieved, exhaling a breath that had caught in her throat. But as she starts to turn her attention to the beaten girl in the devilish onesie, a voice sharply cuts in: "My arm. Raise it."

The referee turns her fretful gaze back to Nefretiri, eyes wide. She hurries to her side, then hesitantly reaches for her near wrist... before finally lifting it in victory. The Egyptian props her hand along the smooth dip of her waist, hips cocked, confident smirk playing on her face.

[Blade ocs]

Courtney is knock out. Only adter Nefretri leaves does she actually get up. She gets up slowly. Sadden and beaten up.

She slowly goes to leave the ring. Thankfully no one rushes her to get out. Today extremely sucks for her and she leaves.

END

WINNER NEFRETRI