Vs.
Match Rules
5-count Stamina Match: The match is set to one fall and victory can only be achieved via pin; competitors must pin their opponent for five counts. Anything less will not count.Eshe grinned ear to ear as she worked dillegently with her attire for the night. Something she had specially made from Egypt, she pulled the contents out of her gym bag with care. A golden push up, fixed with Persian silk in the lining for comfort, just as she hoped. A pair of small white shorts came along with it as she then pulled a violet breechcloth? She had ordered a Schenti, didn’t she? She eyes it with a hint of worry, was this too much? Could she get away with it? Eshe wasn’t sure on what to do now. It was a bit more revealing than she had thought on top of being not the item she had ordered. The Egyptian only had her change of clothes for after and it would take too long to run home to grab something else.
Eshe gulped as she wrapped the breechcloth around her waist. Tightening the strings while she clasped the golden buckles at her waist side. She turned to the mirror, despite it being a bit too revealing she actually quite liked the golden seams along the outside. With the laces of her slip ons locked in place she’d add the chest piece, the golden piece glimmered with shades of light blue as it snapped into place. In the grand scheme of things maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. She felt she had a wide range of movement just as if she was wearing her usual. Still, the Egyptian couldn’t quite ignore the butterflies in her worried abdomen.
A sudden knock surprised her as she swiftly turned to the door, a crew member peeked in, calling her to the ring. She smiles, assuring them she’s coming before glancing at her reflection in the mirror. It made her feel a tinge of confidence with her physique but this felt more exposing than she realized. She shakes her head, if she’s going to do this she has to do with pride, she told herself there was no reason to feel shame, Eshe could do this and there was nothing to worry about…probably.
Her Theme
Spoiler
Her slight dance lead her to the steel steps, she eagerly climbs up, walking along the apron before slipping between the fsecond and third rope. The Egyptians smile spreads as she waves, showing her fans her appreciation though she feels that alone isn’t enough. With her music dying down, Eshe turns to face the entrance. She begins to limber up, leaning against her leg as the other stretches out, loosening her hips as she shifts to the other side. Her gaze locked on with intent, watching for her opponent. Another match, another unmet thrill. With a jumping start, she smacks her cheeks, focusing on what’s to come.
