Safiyah Neferet vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - Dance of the Serpents

[BlackAkuma]

As the two of them danced, engaged in elegant combat, a single simple question worked its way into the corners of Asp’s mind, a niggling point that she could scarcely focus on at the moment: Where had this woman been hiding?

While she wouldn’t say that she was an ardent watcher of the product, Asp did try to stay aware of her competition whenever she could, often watching the videos they put up on YouTube and catching the best matches of the week. Perhaps she had seen Safiyah before and didn’t remember it, but she found that unlikely. A woman like this would stick in her memory, someone that time couldn't easily erase. Her beauty was mesmerizing, her movements were hypnotizing, poetry in motion.

Asp’s strike was unorthodox but effective, the sort of move that would’ve landed on most of her opponents, and she was so accustomed to that sort of success that, when she whiffed the shock of a missed impact nearly forced her to stumble as if she’d missed an essential step in an intricate dance. That created a gap, an opening, one she knew that Safiyah would exploit.

What she couldn't have known was exactly how. After she landed, she looked forward and expected her foe to be moving in fast, taking her head on. Instead, she found the Azure Cobra in flight, leaping high with her foot coming down hard and fast, an axe kick that was destined to split her skull open. No time to move, no time to dodge.

Asp brought her arms up, braced with her legs, and took the blow hard on her forearms. It was a mighty hit, one that sent a shockwave through her body and made the ring shiver, but she endured and was gifted with all she could’ve asked for. Now, the opening was hers to work with.

Asp stepped back, took hold of Safiyah ankle, then tugged it under shoulder, keeping it tucked tight against her side. Without missing a beat, she threw herself to the side, spun through the air, pulled Safiyah along for the ride and attempted to send her careering away with a dragon screw leg whip.

[Lightman]

Safiyah wouldn’t have blamed Asp regarding that question that was going through her mind. The Azure Cobra has been nothing but an enigma of sorts.

On one hand, she hasn’t been seeing much success since stepping foot into the very ring that these two are fighting in. Wherever or not it’s her fault could be determined, either legitimate or because of the bluenette choosing not to take the blame for certain points of her actions.

However, on the other, with the way she fights, the record seems to do a disservice. Tricky as her namesake, it’s taking a just-as-quick opponent like Asp to keep up with her. Anyone else would have had trouble dealing with her offence.

Which is what makes this exchange a thing of beauty. Never a stop or a pause, never a reprieve. They kept going from the word go. And Safiyah wouldn’t have had it any other way. If only management put Asp with her first…

Despite the fast pace that this is going, Safiyah can still process things just as quickly. Even when flying in the air and that sturdy leg seeking to find its mark. And it did. Just not in the way she had hoped. In truth, Safiyah was expecting Asp to dodge the kick, keeping up with the elusive theme these two have been playing with. Instead, the redhead blocked it. She felt the impact reverberating through their bodies like a massive bomb exploded, and she was still left standing. Impressive ain’t the word.

Time seemed to slow as Safiyah felt Asp’s grip tighten like a steel vice around her ankle. The sensation of being trapped was fleeting—one heartbeat, perhaps two—before instinct and experience took hold. In the blink of an eye, Asp’s grip compromised her balance, stole her footing, and the unforgiving force of the dragon screw leg whip threatened to spiral her into an uncontrolled descent. A move designed to wrench the knee, to send an opponent spiralling into the mat in an ungraceful heap.

But Safiyah was no stranger to adaptation. The moment she felt the pull, she surrendered to the momentum, not as a victim, but as a tactician. She flowed with it, turning the forced rotation into an aerial pivot of her own. The ring blurred around her as she turned, twisting through the air like a ribbon caught in the wind.

At the last moment, she curled her body inward, reducing the torque on her knee, absorbing the impact in a way that allowed her to land—not sprawled on the mat, but crouched in a controlled stance, one knee grazing the canvas, fingertips splayed for balance. The pain flared, sharp and immediate, but she dismissed it with a slow exhale. It was a minor inconvenience, nothing more.

Her colourful eyes flickered up, locking onto Asp’s form. The smirk that curled her lips was predatory, knowing. She silently acknowledged the challenge before her. [“Nice try,”] she murmured, rolling her ankle slightly, testing the joint. It was still strong, still reliable. [“But you’ll need more than that to bring me down.”]

Then, without hesitation, she sprang forward. There was no pause, no moment of hesitation. She lunged at Asp, her body a blur of movement. Her body moved like a whip as she swung her leg, looking to land a shining wizard at the side of Asp’s head.

[BlackAkuma]

Strong legs. Strong.

Asp was starting to get a good feel for what it was like for someone to fight her. While she might not have been the most skilled or technical wrestler on the roster, she’d often been told that her kicks were strong, hitting well above her weight limit in terms of sheer destructive force. Sophia often complimented her on them, and she was proud that her dancing background had given her a unique advantage, one that she could exploit in most fights.

Most fights…but not this one. The force that Safiyah brought down on her was extraordinary, and while she couldn't be confident like this, she would hazard a guess that the woman’s lower body strength was close to her own - if not, greater.

A worrisome thought for someone with her constitution, but she was taking steps to mitigate the damage those lethal limbs could inflict. The dragon screw leg whip would not only send her foe flying away, it would also do some damage to those limbs, hopefully taking some venom out of the Azure Cobra’s fangs. That was the idea, at least, but when she looked over to the see the results of her handiwork, she was dismayed to see her foe had rolled through it with grace - for all that effort, she had only managed to create distance between them.

Impressive, though, no question about it. The woman’s confidence was justified. [”A good thing, then, that I have so much more to give.”]

So did Safiyah, as it turned out. The woman came rushing in, planted her foot on Asp’s upturned leg, and swung her leg around, sending her knee hurtling towards the Water Serpent’s face. She was only just able to duck at the last second and let it pass by overhead, a move that would be them at each other’s backs, but keep her safe for the time being.

Or so she thought…

[Lightman]

Right now, Safiyah was expecting the voice of Reiko, mentioning how Asp could be a perfect rival. It makes sense. The two not only seemed to share a similar style but also know how to counter it. It doesn't do one well to not know their weaknesses. In truth, this is as close as you could get to fighting oneself.

Asp has the right idea, looking to clip the wings and take out the primary form of offense. It has merit, a wise strategy to focus on. Though even the redhead should have known that was easier said than done. Muscular legs would need a lot more to be taken out of action.

And such a leg was about to collide with the Water Serpent. Had she not dodged at the last second. Safiyah barely missed Asp’s head, slicing through the air with a speed and precision that left the crowd gasping. Just the narrowest of margins. The moment their backs met, in that split second of deceptive stillness, Safiyah felt it—that charged, electric energy between them, two warriors locked in a battle where skill, instinct, and artistry collided.

Asp was fast, but so was Safiyah. And if Asp thought herself safe, that this fleeting moment of reprieve would allow her to reclaim control—she was mistaken.

[“And so do I.”]

Safiyah did not need to see her opponent to know where she was. She felt her, the electric presence of another predator, the subtle shift in weight, the coiled tension ready to spring. And so she moved.

With a sudden burst of motion, she twisted, pivoting on the ball of her foot, her torso snapping around with the uncoiling grace of a serpent striking. Instead of a knee from the front, Safiyah would instead launch a bare heel to the back of the head. A strike that seeks to daze, to disrupt and to shake the foundations of the redhead.

[BlackAkuma]

Safe.

It was brief, but Asp allowed herself a breath of relief when that knee passed by overhead. It had been a close hit, and she could only imagine the damage that would’ve been inflicted if it connected. The two of them had similar builds, and while they could move fast and hit hard, taking damage like that wasn’t in either of their cards. It was inevitable that one of them would land a definitive strike, but she didn’t want to be the one on the business end of it.

Now that she had avoided the strike, she could counterattack before the woman had a chance to move, preferably with something damaging enough to put her down for a while. A kick to the back of a head, a reverse hurricanrana, even a suplex. She was full of ideas.

None of them were happening. The kick to the back of her head ensured that.

Asp let out a wheezing cry as the blow struck the back of her skull, shocking her to her toes. Her body went limp and she fell forward, flat on her face, making her experience all the more unpleasant. Utterly rocked, all she could do was lay there for a moment, limp on the canvas.

But not out. She began to stir after a moment and tried to push her way up, but it was slow going, far too slow to mean anything. This first exchange went to Safiyah, no question.

[Lightman]

That felt great.

Which was an odd thing, if Safiyah was to delve deep into the reason far as this match goes, the bluenette wasn't fighting against someone she loathed or found annoying. Unlike some of her past opponents. And although she's nothing more than a competitor, Asp had been pleasant. Hasn't put a foot wrong with the Azure Cobra. Would suck to dislike the first one she saw in the ring that could speak Arabic.

And despite all of that, it felt great. Perhaps the dread of moments that didn't go her way, victory slipping from her hands because of elements out of her control. Now, Safiyah could relish the satisfying impact of her heel against the back of Asp’s skull, a precise strike that sent a tremor through her own limbs. The way Asp crumpled, her body folding like a marionette with its strings severed, sent a thrill through Safiyah’s core. She landed lightly, poised like a panther watching its prey twitch upon the ground, waiting to see if it still had the strength to rise.

She was in control now.

Asp was stirring—slowly, sluggishly, but it was movement. That was fine. Safiyah didn’t want this to end just yet. The first exchange belonged to her, but there was so much more to give. More pain. More control. More artistry.

She stalked forward, a predatory grace in every step, the confidence of a woman who knew she was in command. With a swift motion, she placed her legs on either side of Asp’s body, looking on at the other woman’s sluggish ascent. [“You said you got so much to give?”] she murmured, her voice dark and honeyed. The Water Serpent had fire in her, and it would take more than a single strike to the head to snuff it out. That would be disappointing. She knew just how much she could take. And she suspected it would match the same level as her. Which is good. Because she can have some fun.

Safiyah watched as Asp's fingers curled against the mat, a telltale sign of defiance. A slow, deliberate inhale filled Safiyah’s lungs as she considered her next move. Then a smirk ghosted over her lips, and a decision was made in her head. Leaning forward, crouching down, her arms snapped towards the neck of the redhead, looking to wrap around it and begin to constrict the airway. At the same time, her legs snaked around the body, tightening with great pressure with the power befitting of her namesake. A snake constricting another snake.

[“Let's find out, shall we?”] With Safiyah attempting to roll the two to the side, muscles coiling at the soft ‘underbelly’ with a firm, yet unrelenting grip, would she begin to wittle away at that fire.

[BlackAkuma]

That did not feel great.

Asp swore, she could never truly get used to feeling pain. For someone who’d never been in a fight their entire life, it was still a weird thing for her body to process, and she suspected it would remain so no matter how much training she endured. Certain things simply could not be taught, they had to be learned.

She was dealing with it as best she could, which was to say, not that well. Shaking her head after the hellish strike, she was vaguely aware that Safiyah was close, but she didn’t register just how close until she heard the woman’s voice coming from directly above her. Not a good position for her to be in, and she reflexively tried to scramble away.

Too late. Safiyah’s arm came down and wrapped tight around her throat, her legs slipped around her waist, and Asp suddenly found herself ensnared in her fellow viper’s coils, pulled to the side and mercilessly squeezed. Her hands came up on reflex, pushing at the offending thighs, while the crowd cheered for her escape, but there was little either could accomplish. Safiyah had her.

It was a precarious position, but not one she could not work with. Her hands went from pawing at Safiyah’s legs to massaging them, stroking the muscles with a soft touch, fingernails exploring every contours. Her thrashing switched to grinding as she rhythmically gyrated in her opponent’s grip, as if they were two lovers in a heated embrace, moving to music only they could hear.

Trying to trade pain with pleasure - it wasn’t likely to get her free, but in a match like this, it would pay dividends, and maybe buy her some time to find a real escape.

[Lightman]

Safiyah didn't know the names of many moves, especially of the pro wrestling kind, but she knew that one. When she first learned it, she was told that most of the power of the move doesn't come from the power in your arm, but from how you use your body. So she expanded her chest by breathing. That would be a fun bit of psychological warfare - that Asp would hear her breathing as her own capacity to breathe was more limited. Especially because it meant that Safiyah's supple chest was leading the way. [“Don't you just love a good squeeze, Habibti?”] Even Arabic can be charming to hear, just depends on the application.

Of course, the soft and alluring talk was contrasting with the hard choke she has on the redhead. Safiyah felt the initial thrashings, her body shifting on her. But then the initial struggle to give way to something more fluid, more calculated. The hands that had once clawed desperately at her thighs softened, fingertips tracing idle patterns along the ridges of her muscles. The thrashing resistance melted into a slower, more sensual rhythm, the desperate struggle transforming into something almost intimate.

The Azure Cobra knew exactly what this was—Asp was trying to tilt the balance, to erode the dominance Safiyah had secured by turning pain into something else entirely. The Water Serpent was adapting, twisting the moment into something less about dominance and more about seduction. A slow, tantalising game, one meant to unravel focus, to blur the lines between combat and something more primal. Even knowing that, the craving for close contact with a desirable woman like Asp is too great for her to ignore. [“Mmmm, quite the charmer, aren't you?”]

She let Asp’s movements play out, indulging her just enough to let her think she had found an opening. The slow, deliberate grind, the gentle yet insidious touch of her nails skimming along the sensitive skin of her thighs—it was a bold attempt, an undeniably skilled tactic. One that Safiyah wants in on it.

Switching her leg position towards a figure four lock, a way to maintain stability but also adding another way she could work towards succumbing the Water Serpent. One of her legs started inching towards Asp's crotch, sneaking underneath the emerald-green cloth until she found the desired target. With her bare foot, she began rubbing it gently, stoking the flames of passion within the redhead, setting it alight.

A dark chuckle rumbled in her throat as she tightened her grip, flexing her thighs around Asp’s waist, ensuring that every grind, every roll of the woman’s hips was met with a reminder of the trap she was in. Her arm, already locked snugly around Asp’s throat, shifted, cinching just a fraction tighter, teasing the fine balance between pleasure and suffocation.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp couldn't lie, hearing her native language spoken in such a seductive tone was a rare treat, one she hadn't savored before. She often slipped into it herself during lovemaking, and she had been told it was a wonderful spice for any intimate encounter, but she was so used to her own voice that it was difficult to appreciate the tenor truly.

Safiyah’s voice was a lovely treat and one that she wished she could’ve savored in different circumstances - perhaps a night together was in their future? She certainly wouldn’t have said no to such an idea, but those were thoughts for the future. Now, she had to deal with the crushing coils around her waist and the increasingly distressing lack of oxygen.

Safiyah’s words told her that this change of tactics wasn’t fooling her, but that was more than fine with Asp - she didn’t intend to deceive, only to turn her opponent’s body against her. It had some minor success, too, as she was given enough slack to undulate, allowing her to grind even as her opponent kept the hold locked in. A small grace, but one she was thankful for.

Safiyah was not one to be outdone, however, and it wasn’t long before Asp felt the shift of her legs, switching over into a figure-four position from the traditional scissorhold. A tighter hold, but more importantly, it brought her bare foot in striking distance of Asp’s lap, where her devilish touch could work its magic. Toes slipped into her undergarments, found her pussy, and turned her own arousal against her, forcing her body to buck and thrust, forcing pleasure into her. A smart tactic for a hentai match.

But this wasn’t a hentai match. Not purely. It was hardstyle hentai, which meant that an orgasm would only be a problem if Safiyah scored a traditional fall first. While Safiyah was in prime position for the second fall, Asp was in a better spot for the force, and she decided that now was the best time to show that fact to Safiyah.

In a sudden burst of movement, Asp planted her feet on the floor, bridged out, and dropped all over her weight on Safiyah’s chest, pinning her countrywoman to the canvas. The referee only took a second to realize what was going on and quickly slid over, slapping the mat right next to them. ”1…!”

[Lightman]

Safiyah had expected resistance. Anticipated it. Welcomed it.

Asp was a survivor—her body, her movements, her very essence spoke of adaptability, of a woman who refused to be constrained. Even as the coils of Safiyah’s lethal thighs squeezed the breath from her lungs, even as she felt the undeniable power behind the chokehold that had her trapped, she fought back with every tool at her disposal.

The soft, sensuous grind against Safiyah’s body had been a masterful play, one that might have unravelled someone less disciplined. She had used the heat of the moment to her advantage, turned Safiyah’s own dominant grip into a conduit of shared pleasure, ensuring that even as she gasped for air, she did so on her terms.

It was admirable. Clever. And Safiyah, ever the predator of equal, had countered in kind.

Her transition into the figure-four head-and-body scissor was seamless, her legs shifting with the grace of a snake tightening its grasp around its prey. She felt the moment Asp’s body reacted, that sharp, helpless intake of breath when her toes found their mark, teasing, pressing, forcing Asp’s own flesh to betray her. The way her opponent bucked and arched in response sent a rush of satisfaction through Safiyah, a deep pleasure in knowing that she had Asp exactly where she wanted her.

Or so she thought.

She should have expected the counter. Should have seen it in the way Asp tensed, in the way her core braced for the next move. But the pleasure, the writhing—both hers and Asp’s—had given the Water Serpent the smallest window, and she had taken it.

With a powerful, sudden bridge, Asp twisted her weight, planting her feet on the mat and surging upward with an explosion of strength. Safiyah barely had time to process the shift before she felt herself being rolled over, her back slamming against the slick canvas as Asp came crashing down on top of her, pinning her in place.

The referee was already there.

"1…!"

The sharp slap of the mat rang in Safiyah’s ears, loud, urgent. She felt the weight of Asp bearing down on her chest, their heated bodies pressed flush against one another, every breath a fight, every muscle burning with exertion.

She was caught, yes—but she was not beaten.

The bluenette’s body reacted before her mind fully processed the danger. Safiyah's legs, still wrapped around Asp’s waist, flexed with brutal strength, squeezing once more, forcing the air from her opponent’s lungs even as she lay pinned. The foot went from light teasing to frantic pumping, a harsh shift in gears with how frantic her mind is going .

"2…!"

The count was dangerously close. Safiyah felt the tension in the crowd, the collective inhalation as they waited to see if the Azure Cobra would allow herself to be struck down so soon.

Never.

With a surge of effort, she twisted to the side, using her leverage to unbalance Asp just enough to shift the weight off her shoulders. A mighty shame they must part—especially as Safiyah believed they were just getting started—but it was enough to break the pinfall attempt before the dreaded *three*. Safiyah rolled onto a kneeled crouch, turning towards the Water Serpent. ["I thought we had a good thing going there."] Safiyah pouting like a child that didn't get their way.