Fatal Attractions [Scar vs Nha]

[thesteedman]

Sophia Wolfe Vs Nha
Match: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Count out or DQ

Another knockout show for the LAW was underway, leaving the fans chanting and screaming after a big matchup. However, the most anticipated match of tonight was the Main Event, and already the fans were screaming for more after a brief commercial break! Soon enough, their wish for the main and final wrestling match of the night was granted when Sophia Wolfe's entrance music began to explode on the PA system at high volume when there had been a previous calm.

Spoiler

As the music began, a mist began to fill the entrance area along with a few flashing lights, as the fans got pumped up knowing a fan favourite was about to appear. When the mist cleared, Sophia Wolfe was naturally present, kneeling in the centre of the entrance area with her eyes closed, prompting the fans to cheer louder. Soon enough Sophia Wolfe jumped up to her feet, performing a few solid strikes as a few flashes and fireworks began to erupt in unison. Sophia herself was not exactly a fan of the theatrics that had been added to her entrance by the upper brass, but she could not deny how much it got the crowd going when she finished with a flying spinning kick in the air along with the biggest flash from a powerhouse firework. When the opening antics were complete, Sophia began to make her way down the entrance ramp towards the ring.

The wrestler nicknamed Scar for the visible mark down her eye was clad in a variation of her normal attire, wearing a red and black top that covered only her upper torso, leaving her shoulders and upper arms bare, along with her well defined and alluring midriff exposed. Her forearms were clad in red straps and black elbow pads with matching finger cut gloves, whilst she wore her Gi pants with her Gi top tied low around her waist. She walked barefoot, adjusting her elbow pad as she made her way down the ramp with a stoic expression upon her angelic facial features. The young German woman was not one to play to the crowd despite their love for her, ignoring the outstretching hands for tags, though she did give the occasional nod to passionate younger fans who had come to see their heroes tonight.

She entered the ring as her music continued to hit on the PA system, soon taking the far corner as her starting area for the upcoming match. Again, she did little to play up to the crowd, but she was beginning to make some efforts, giving a bow towards the ground before she turned around and knelt back down onto her knees by her corner. Sophia almost looked like she was meditating, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, as all she did for now was wait for her opponent to show up in tonight's highly anticipated main event. As the crowds continued to cheer... that reaction soon shifted when the music ended, signalling the entrance of Sophia Wolfe's opponent for tonight!

[Darius 2.0]

As the impressive entrance of Sophia Wolfe came to a close and her entrance music faded off it would soon replaced over the loud speakers by livelt exotic music of her upcoming opponent. Die hard fans would know this song as being the herald for one of LAW's most viscous tag teams, but for tonight only one of them would be entering the ring. As the spotlights lit up with the color blue everyone could guess which one it was. Strolling out from the backstage area with a sway of her hips in every step came one half of the Ancestors of Isis; the sultry seductress known as Nha.

Wrestling Attire

Clad in her usual skimpy blue outfit the Egyptian stood at the top of the ramp with her one hand cocked on her hip, her blue lips curled into a confident smirk. She would shortly be joined by a woman who was practically identical to her save for their respective hairstyles and the fact this other woman's outfit was red. Not to mention it covered a much more muscular physique. This was Sha, the other half of the Ancestors of Isis. Though she wasn't fighting tonight she came out to support her sister none the less.

Wrestling Attire

Nha would waste no time strolling her way down the ramp, Sha following closely behind her. She would make her way down to the ring like she was walking the catwalk, and unlike her opponent or even her sister for that matter, Nha took the time to wave and blow kisses to the people she passed; never mind that most of them were booing or hissing at her. When she did make it to the ring, Nha would leap up onto the apron bend fown to slip through the ropes. The Egyptian would do this slow and methodically, giving the audience a good long look and her luscious ass sticking outwards before she would slip into the ring, where she would head to her corner. Sha had climbed onto the apron outside Nha's corner and when her twin arrived they both gave a look to the competition for the evening.

"(Oh, I like her,)" Nha purred to her sister in their native Egyptian language, her dark eyes running Sophia over head to toe. "(She looks absolutely delicious.....)"

"(You've said that about all our opponents,)" Sha informed, also giving the woman a once over.

"(I can't help it! This league is like an all you can eat buffet: just when you think you've had your fill there's an even tastier dish!)" Rolling her eyes at her twin's use of metaphors, Sha narrowed her eyes on this Sophia woman.

"(Watch out for her,)" Sha warned. "(She looks like she knows what she's doing.)"

"(Why? Because she wore pajama bottoms to the fight?)" Nha chuckled, earning her a cross look from Sha. Sighing in defeat Nha held up her hands. "(Fine, fine. I'll be careful. Now just sit back and watch your more beautiful sister work...)" With that Nha would make her way out of the corner, once again swaying those hips of hers as she moved to meet Sophia in the center of the ring. "Why hello there," Nha would greet in English, her voice honeyed by her Egyptian accent. "Don't take this personally but I'm going to have to make you look foolish tonight. But don't worry....I promise you'll enjoy it....."

[thesteedman]

Sophia knew Nha and Sha by reputation. The duo had made one hell of an impact since their arrival in the LAW, becoming a much feared Tag Team in the division. They were known for precipitating in Handicap matches, and often picked apart their opponents mentally, physically and in other darker ways. Tonight however, just one of them would be up against Sophia, the one known as Nha. Of the Ancestors of Isis, it was said there was no clear better amongst the two wrestlers. Their styles varied but either one was just as deadly as the other within their own rights. Nha was perhaps less preferred choice for Sophia as an opponent, as the German knew her reputation well, she did not like what she had heard given Nha's seductive and twisted nature.

Sophia remained knelt in place, but her eyes were open since the arrival of the Ancestors of Isis. She watched the two carefully from the other side of the ring. They spoke amongst themselves in their native tongue, but Sophia was too far away to listen in. Given the stares from both sisters and the sly smiles, it was nothing desirable. Soon, Nha began to make her way towards Sophia slowly, her hips swaying as she walked in a purposeful yet seductive manner. Clad in what barely passed an attire, Nha nor her sister made much effort to cover their alluring forms, showing off as much of their assets as possible. There was no denying the two were beautiful, their forms well tuned and stunning... but there was a look in their eyes that hinted at a darkness.

Sophia rose to her feet when Nha approached, slowly coming to meet her in the centre of the ring whilst the referee got herself into position, ready to start the match at any moment. Nha said her piece, speaking English with an enthralling tone to her accent, wearing a seductive smile and a look in her eyes that held a twisted wanting. She made no secret of her intent. Nha was not here to make friends, at least not the manner of friendship Sophia desired. At once... the bell rang to signal the start of the match, prompting the crowd to cheer loudly as the Main Event go under way. Sophia took a step back, taking a fighting stance. Her expression remained stoic, a determination present.

"I hope you do not disappoint. Are you sure you will be able to manage me without your sister? I cannot help but feel I am against the weaker of the siblings tonight." Sophia replied in response to Nha's words, her unique mix of German and English spilling into her accent. With the bell having run, Sophia began to circle Nha, keeping her eyes upon the scantily clad beauty. With the crowds chanting loudly, Sophia looked to make the first move, pushing forwards with a quick dash, hoping to take Nha off guard with speed.

She came in with a stiff strike towards Nha's chest, before attempting a low kick to follow up, her notions more of a distraction so she could close the distance... her intent to get under Nha's shoulder, as she would look to try and use a flip against her, using her knowledge in Judo to try and throw Nha over her own shoulder towards the mat below.

[Darius 2.0]

As Nha headed into the ring to meet her opponent face to face, Sha would drop from the ring apron and onto the ground, having been given two warning glances from the referee already. Nha was now on her own and as she approached her opponent for the evening she could get a much better look at her. This Sophie was a specimen to be sure. Nha had never heard of her before now but you could tell a lot about a person from a first encounter, and Nha was more perceptive than most. The platinum haired woman before her was of a lean build, muscular but still slender. Such a body could probably deliver quick but hard hitting attacks and if that karate gi was any indication that was exactly what she capable of doing. The stern look Nha was currently being given combined with an outfit consisting of traditional fighting gear was indicative of a woman who took everything a little too seriously.

Well, Nha could certainly help with that problem.

Smiling as Sophia took her place before her, Nha cocked her hip in amusement. Her initial assessment appeared to be right; there was very little small talk to be had with this one. Her German accent was a lovely surprise, though. "Oh, you've got that backwards, fräulein'," Nha chuckled after Sophia questioned her capabilities. "Sha will just hit you. But me? I prefer to get a little more.....creative in my matches." The bell would ring shortly after that and Nha would assume her own stance in response, her blue lipstick covered lips curled into a smile. "But you'll find that out soon enough...."

If Nha hadn't worked out Sophia's fighting style beforehand she might have been surprised by the speed in which the German ran at her. As it was though, Nha was more than prepared. She would bat away the strike at her chest with an open palm, then use her her shin to block the low kick that came immediately after.

THe judo was a surprise, however,

Nha's eyes widened when after blocking Sophia's strikes she got in real close for a grapple. Catching the Egyptian off guard, Nha's shoulder was compromised and with an alarmed yelp she would be flipped to the mat, crashing into it back first. "UGH!" the blue twin cried out, wincing in pain from the impact. Immediately she would attempt to get to her feet again, hoping to do so before Sophia could take advantage.

[thesteedman]

Nha was quick, dangerously quick. Sophia had left little room for error when she struck, and she did not pull her blows against the Egyptian. Though they served as a set up for what was coming, Sophia was taken off guard that Nha was able to check both of her strikes. Her reflexes were impressive, and it was more than clear that there was more to the vixen then beauty, smiles and curves. Sophia was still able to shift in deftly however, earning a loud pop from the crowd when she was able to toss Nha to the ring floor the moment she got close.

Given how fresh Nha was, the woman did not stay down for long, able to rise up towards her feet sharply, near enough using the momentum of the throw to shoot upwards rather than stay down. Sophia was pressing forward, but she knew quickly that any real advantage was diminished, opting to throw a hard kick towards Nha's chest area... more to attempt to put some distance between the two and drive Nha back for a reset. The match was only just starting, it was too early to take reckless risks... and already she was getting a feel for Nha, noticing an air of confidence about her... or was it merely arrogance?

Either way, it was clear there was an intellect and fine tuned instinct in the alluring Egyptian beauty. The same tactics would not work twice against her, that much was sure.
"How long do you expect me to wait to see this so called... creativity of yours." Sophia spoke, shifting her stance to be a little more defensive. She was stern and stoic, and certainly seemed like one who would be the strong silent type, but she was not beyond the game of words. Her beautiful features had not seen many smiles, and the scar over her eye betrayed a rough life, but she could use her wits well enough, even if it came off dry.

She looked to try and throw Nha off... but so far she was having as much success with her words as Nha was against herself, neither intimidated by words it would seem. All that said, she began to circle around her opponent, this time waiting for her to attack, wanting to test her and see exactly what she was up against.

[Darius 2.0]

Nha had been expecting Sophia to come at her with strikes; her tough slender frame, the way the woman carried herself as well as her choice of attire was practically a neon sign that read: 'I know Karate'. Nha was familiar in dealing with such opponents. While not a hard hitter herself the Egyptian was just as quick as her German foe, and her eyes were sharp enough to see those hits coming in time enough to block them. Still, Nha could feel the power and technique behind those strikes and they were no joke. Her shin stung a bit after using it to block Sophia's low kick but thankfully nothing had been injured. If that was all Sophia had to offer then Nha had this in the bag.

That was her last thought before her world turned upside down and she was slammed to the mat with a grunt. It seemed Sophia was a little more well rounded than Nha had thought; that Judo flip had been near perfect. A grievous miscalculation on Nha's part that her back was now paying for. Fortunately, Nha was able to roll with the fall before any advantage on her could be found, but as she rose to her feet she was less prepared to deal with the kick Sophia sent to her chest. "Guggh!" Nha grunted, the blow sending her stumbling backwards a few steps. The blue twin winced in pain but saw Sophia didn't pursue; she just wanted to put some distance between them.

It was not the smoothest of starts to a match but at the very least Nha was getting more of an idea of who she was up against now. Just as her sister had warned, the scarred woman before her certainly knew what she was doing. But if that dissuaded Nha she certainly didn't show it. If anything she looked even more excited to bring this proud woman to her knees, a thought that made the sultry vixen smile wickedly at her opponent. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Nha would say as the two faced off once again. "But be careful what you wish for...."

Nha would then suddenly spring forward, but it was in the form of a somersault! The blue-clad Egyptian would attempt to roll towards Sophia, hoping to catch the German off guard, so she could scissor her legs around one of Sophia's own. Nha would attempt to perform an Imanari Roll on her still standing opponent, hoping to use the grip around Sophia's leg to roughly drag her down to the mat. If all went well and Nha managed to drop the platinum haired woman down to the mat, she would immediately start to torque that captive leg in an extremely painful knee bar!

[thesteedman]

"And you are full of overconfidence. We will have to drive that from you and show you reality." Sophia responded in kind, keeping her fighting stance as she kept a focused expression upon her beautiful features. The German did not like the look Nha gave her, there was something wicked and perverse about the way she stared upon her, drinking in her appearance as if she was wearing little clothing. The Egyptian's movements were slow, methodical... almost hypnotic as she made her approach. It did not deter Sophia however, the scarred woman just kept her stoic expression and her eyes carefully tracing the scantily clad vixens movements for signs of betrayal of movement. Believing she could take the initiative, Sophia moved in again, looking to try and catch Nha with another hard kick... but her foe had other intentions in mind.

With a deft display of movement, Nha went into a well executed flip, tossing her form forwards and avoiding Sophia's strike, before taking the ground and rolling in the German's direction. The scarred beauty gasped as she was caught out of position following her strike attempt, feeling Nha's bare and stunning legs wrap around one of her own after the sharp roll. Naturally her leg caught the back of Sophia's standing leg, pressing the back of her knee and allowing physics to do the rest of the work. Sophia crashed onto her back with a grunt, before the scissor hold capturing her left leg further locked, applying a knee bar!

Sophia screamed out in pain when Nha began to apply pressure instantly, attacking her knee joint and pressing it in a direction it was not designed to go. Sophia fell onto her back completely for a moment, grasping at her own head as the pain wracked through her knee joint and leg, with Nha executing the move to near perfection and applying near damaging pressure for maximum pain. Nha knew her holds... Sophia was finding that fact out in the worst possible way! Sophia's visible stomach muscles tensed as the woman brought her upper body upwards, trying to land a quick strike toward Nha, but her positioning was too good, preventing Sophia from getting the leverage she needed to get a good strike.

Wincing, Sophia fell back again, grasping instinctively against Nha's legs to try and pry the deadly lock from her knee. Sophia's arms were deceptively strong, but she would not be able to overpower Nha's legs. It was becoming hard to think with the growing pain, and the Wolfe repositioned herself quickly... knowing every second spent in this terrible hold would be more damage to one of her more dangerous assets. She bit on her lower lip hard, sending a stiff kick towards Nha's sides, but again... it was difficult to put the power she wanted from the angle she had.

Her only hope was the ropes, and after a quick scramble, Sophia stretched out her arm and looked to try and grab the bottom rope to try and earn release from the excruciating hold via a rope break!

[Darius 2.0]

A master of the art of submissions, Nha of course knew many ways into order to bring a standing opponent down to her realm on the mat. She would make sure Sophie learnt this the hard way. The rolling leg takedown turned out to be a good choice in maneuvers because just before Nha had executed it she felt Sophia's kick whiz overhead, aiming for a target that wasn't there anymore. It was a stroke of fortune since it left the German incredibly vulnerable after the attack, so it was even easier for Nha to wrap her legs around Sophia's limb and take her down to the mat. That's when the real fun would begin. Using proper technique and just a simple amount of pressure, the sultry Egyptian would soon have Sophia screaming in agony from the knee bar she applied.

It was music to Nha's ears. Those first screams from a new opponent were always the ones that Nha remembered fondly. Maybe because after she and her sister got through with them they didn't have the energy to scream anymore; just whimper pitifully. Those were fun to listen to as well. Hearing the German woman scream, breaking through that stone-like exterior of hers, was particularly satisfying.

Nha smiled as she torqued the submission, bending Sophia's leg at the joint where it was never meant to bend. She winced slightly as Sophia struck out at her with her punch, then again with her kick, but they strikes out of desperation more than anything; unable to break Nha's hold or dissuade her from keeping it. In fact, Nha would only wrap herself a little tighter around Sophia's leg in a rather....intimate fashion. The Egyptian's caramel thighs would tighten over Sophia's limb, pulling it in tighter against Nha's crotch. Her hands, keeping the leg bent, would also rub up and down the length of it, expolring it from top to bottom. "Such lovely legs," Nha would purr as Sophie suffered in her grasp. feeling up the length of the captive limb. "Why do hide them under these rags? I think you'd be much more comfortable.....wouldn't you like to be more comfortable?"

Without much warning, Nha would take Sophia's foot and give a bit of a nibble to her big toe. Not hard in order to be painful, but a light little teasing bite in order to get into the German's head. It was almost immediately after that though that Sophia's determination to get to the ropes would pay off, just managing to snag the bottom one before Nha could proceed any further. Pouting slightly as the ref counted her out, Nha would release her close grip on the leg and stand back up again, giving Sophie the space to recover. The blue clad vixen would then step back from the German with a amused smile, allowing what just happened to her to sink in....

[thesteedman]

Sophia worked her way towards the bottom rope, dragging her slender form and naturally having to bring Nha along with her. The German grimaced loudly as the pressure increased, grinding her teeth in a feeble effort to try and block out the severe pain that shot through her knee joint from Nha's expertly locked knee bar. The deadly lock adjusted at once, as bare legs slowly began to entwine more with her own, bringing Sophia closer to Nha. Once more she moved almost serpentine like, methodical... purposely sliding her legs up against Sophia's own, bringing her trapped limb deeper against her alluring form. Sophia gasped in horror, feeling soft hands slid up her leg, purposely caressing up from her ankle as fingers and hands slid up her Gi bottoms delicately to feel her smooth shin.

Nha began mind games Sophia was not fully prepared for. Given the nature of how the Egyptian beauty dressed, and how she had carried herself, Sophia should have seen such a thing coming, especially given the devious glances. In desperation, Sophia tried to sit up and strike towards Nha... but a quick bout of pressure made Sophia writhe back, becoming briefly overwhelmed with pain as it felt like her knee might pop out of place at any moment. It was not completely unconceivable that the match could end here, many wrestlers on the roster would have tapped by now... Sophia grasped at her head, fighting back another scream before she stretched her arm out for the bottom rope.

Nha was quick however to slide her hands up her Gi trousers higher, once more caressing one of her stunning legs as she made comment about them.... More mind games no doubt. Sophia winced in disgust... though was taken off guard when Nha took her barefoot with her hands, slowly giving a nibble against the side of one of her toes. It caused Sophia to try and retreat her trapped leg, only causing her more pain for her desperate efforts as a loud grunt was forced from her clenching teeth. Again she felt the woman nip at her barefoot, but fortunately it spurred Sophia on to launch herself at the ropes. Nha was not quick to release, applying some extra pressure on before the ref could complete a count towards disqualification... but finally she would relent, leaving Sophia to pull away.

She winced, feeling her leg nearly give as she tried to stand upon it. A stabbing pain shot through her knee, causing her stance to falter as she stood upwards... however, after a quick and rather painful bend of her knee, a few unpleasant pops sounded before the worst of the pain relented. Sophia limped for a moment, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath... She rubbed her foot where Nha had taunted and teased her with her antics, before the scarred woman shot a glare at Nha that said a thousand words. Normally calm and controlled, blatant cracks were visible after the ordeal...
"What do you think you are doing?!" Sophia gasped out with her unique yet enthralling accent. She stretched her leg, wincing in discomfort as it would take some time to shake the lasting pain, but soon took a new stance despite the pain.

The German did not wait for an answer. It was clear her calm had been damaged, and swiftly Sophia moved in. Her movements were less guarded and much more reckless, but that did not make the German wrestler any less dangerous. For now she was fresh enough, and the pain in her leg did not hinder her for the time being despite the tenderness with each step. Anger was a powerful anaesthetic after all. Rushing towards Nha, Sophia opened up with a few strikes, aware Nha was quick enough to potentially parry and check them... but she looked to move in against the Egyptian woman. Her strikes began to pick up a little speed, Sophia's aim precise as she aimed for her legs, her body and her head. Sophia looked to overwhelm Nha, before she would try to slip in and behind her... looking to lock her arms around her waist from behind and hoist her into an arching German Suplex against the mat below!

[Darius 2.0]

From the start of the knee bar to the long excruciating crawl to the ropes, Nha made her intentions for Sophia quite clear. Not only did the blue clad Egyptian intend to pick her firm bodied opponent apart piece by piece, she also intended to get a little bit more intimately aquatinted. From her attempts to strike Nha again and her increased desperation to get to those ropes, Sophia obviously took exception to this. That was hardly a surprise to Nha if Sophia's no nonsense attitude was any indication. Then again.....that's what made fighting women like Sophia so fun.

Upon reaching the ropes, Nha would hold the submission much longer than was called for, enjoying the closeness the lock and the sound of Sophia's screams. Fortunately for both parties, the Egyptian would release the knee bar just as the ref was about to make it to the count of three. Undoing the lock and rolling back to her feet, Nha stepped backwards from her opponent to put a bit of distance between them, wanting to get a good look at her reaction. She was not disappointed. That stone cold visage that she had shown Nha only moments ago was starting to fall away, revealing a woman who seemed very unused to these kinds of things happening to her in the ring. "Isn't it obvious?" Nha would answer Sophia's outburst with a coy little smile. "I'm familiarizing myself with your body. It's a kind of.....strategy that served me well in the past." Nha's eyes would then flash mischievously as she licked her blue colored lips. "And there's still so much to explore....."

Nha's seductive teasing had the result one might expect on a woman like Sophia: she was furious. So furious in fact that she was now charging at the vixen at full speed despite her sore knee. Nha not only saw it coming, but she had been counting on it. Fighters made so many mistakes when they fought angry. It made it all the easier for Nha to take them apart, just like she intended to do to Sophia. When the strikes came Nha was ready for them. Gingerly the Egyptian started to either parry or block them entirely, keeping up with the assault for the moment. But Nha discovered that even clouded by fury and potentially injured, Sophia was still a force to be reckoned with. Some of the German's blows began to get past her guard. Two managed to smack against her body, one on her leg and one even against her face. "Ugh!!" Nha grunted when that particular blow sent her reeling, giving Sophia the opening she needed to slip around her and grasp her arms around the Egyptian's slim waist.

Nha's eyes widened in alarm, knowing exactly what was coming and being in no position to stop it. Then her world turned upside down before the mat connected with her head and shoulders. "UUGGHH!!" the blue twin cried out, the impact rattling her indeed. If Sophia let her go she would slump to the mat, groaning in a daze. It hurt to be sure but the match was still young, and gritting her teeth Nha would start to get back on her feet again.