Anasi Ashanti vs. Bast - Battle of the Gods

[BlackAkuma]

It would be an ugly way to end the match, but really, Anansi should’ve counted his blessings. Bast had no shortage of methods available to her, and here, she was opting for one that, while painful, wouldn’t result in too much long-term damage. He’d feel the blow for a while, and there might be an imprint of her foot on his skin for even longer, but he wouldn’t need a hospital visit. Maybe a trip to the infirmary, at the worst.

She was eager to bring this to a close. Perhaps, too eager. If she had been more weary, more wise, maybe she wouldn’t have been surprised when he deftly moved out of harm’s way and managed to grab her ankle, snatching with a shocking alacrity. Bast cried out, first from the shock, then from the pain as she was brought down, and her ankle was snagged with an impressive counter.

An ankle lock? Not bad. It was enough to bring Bast down to her knees, catching her at an awkward ankle. As strong as her leg was, it couldn't compare to the force that an entire body could bring, even one as small as Anansi’s.

He had her. For the moment.

[king6y]

'Oh thank God I got her down!'

Was the only sentence in Anansi's mind the moment he felt the ring shudder from Bast's fall. Thankful for every gift he ever got, the spider took in a deep breath, and tried his best to wrench the lioness' ankle in the submission hold.

Breathing raggedy, and hoping that Bast wouldn't escape, or power out, Anansi coiled his legs even tighter around Bast's powerful leg. Feeling every rock hard muscle bulge and flex against him as he tried to turn her foot to where it needed it to be. Cranking it with all he had as he tried to give one last gasp to tie up the cat before him.

Because if he couldn't put Bast away now with this, then he may as well be dead spider walking.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd had been getting into a lull after Bast took control of the match, knowing how these things tended to go. They’d seen similar scenarios before - a plucky up-and-comer with exceptional skills trying their best against an overwhelming foe. A mouse stepping up to a cat, the ultimate underdog, surviving despite the insurmountable odds, coming close only to get swatted down and eradicated. A familiar tale told over and over again, with predictable results.

But this mouse had a little more bite than most. This mouse was not dead. Not just yet. The crowd found their energy once again, getting to their feet as Anansi made his comeback, everyone of them thrilled as a spark of hope began to burn.

All except one person. ”Oh, come on!” Cersei slapped the mat and let her irritated shriek pour across the ring. ”Just die already, you little idiot!”

Bast, for her part, was trying her best to tune it all out, as she made a desperate crawl for the ropes. As strong as she was, she knew how dangerous a hold like this could be, the havoc it would wreck on her bones with little time. Forget counters, forget fancy escapes - all she wanted to do was drag her way to freedom.

[king6y]

Now, Anansi was a lot a lot of things. Handsome,? Sure. Clever? He certainly thought so. But sadly for him, being am anchor wasn't one of the descriptions he held.

Even if he was over a 100 pounds and had muscles on him, whatever weight he had, no matter how heavy could ever hope to match against the strength of tge lioness in front of him. In all honesty if he wasn't in her line of fire he'd be rooting for the powerful beauty
And at sight before his eyes, another part of him would too. But no, just his luck, he was facing this lioness on one of his first few matches. And sadly for him, her strength wasted than his deadweight could slow.

Flopping his head back with a sigh, Anansi couldn't couldn't help but chuckle as he looked up at the lights. Especially after the venomous words of Cersei hit his ears while he picked himself up.

"Heheh...your sister sounds real fun~" Anansi chuckled, "I think I'm growin' on her." The spider teased, just barely able to make it to his feet as he watched Bast's movements on the mat.

If Bast was still on the ground, Anansi would dash through the ropes and springboard towards the lioness with all the agility he had left. Hoping to give a body splash that would keep Bast down for at least a minute.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Anasi was growing on Cersei. Certainly. Like a fungus, perhaps, but growing all the same.

That funny little thought gave Bast some comfort amidst the sea of pain she was currently dealing with. Anansi might have been a high-flyer on the surface. Still, it seemed like he was more technically talented than she had initially expected, showing a surprising deftness with this reversal. While she could make it to the ropes and break the hold, he made her work for every inch of that progress, and she was barely able to stand after being released. His gambit had done worked well.

She was in a tough spot, yes. But finished? Far from that. Her position was precarious, but as Anasi hit the ropes and came bouncing back, she saw her opening - a chance to catch the spider in his web.

She was just starting to make her way up, gripping the ropes tight as she rose, when she saw him bounding across the ring at full speed, throwing himself at her, using her body as a weapon. It wasn’t the worst idea, really, and it might have been enough to bring her down, especially with her leg hurting. What she had in mind for him would be difficult, painful, dangerous…but effective.

As he came flying in, Bast leaned back on the ropes for support, raised her good leg up, and shot it straight towards Anansi’s face, looking to hit him dead on the nose with one of her more powerful moves - Khopesh, or a ‘Big Boot’ as they called it in wrestling. A bit of a bland name, in her opinion.