Sierra Oasis vs. Goddess Neith: The Trials of Anubis - The Beginning

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Standard Match

LAW's crowd should count themselves extremely lucky that they received an appearance from the goddess herself.

Neith's contract assured that she would not have to participate in any traditional in-ring matches in the LAW arena unless she specifically chose to do so. Regardless, leadership had nagged her for weeks to make one live arena appearance that would ensure her of a huge bonus, just to ensure that her matches that would be posted online received the proper attention from fans who had already seen her on TV. Though cautious about her exposure, Neith was a businesswoman at heart, and she understood their reasoning. Ultimately, she had ended up negotiating. The match would only involve a woman who wrestled in her identical style if she chose to make this appearance, and after, they would not bother her for a while. They had agreed.

She stood in the guerrilla position, they called it, and waited patiently to reveal herself to the fans. The pageantry, she did not greatly care for...but again, she understood. And she would present herself in a way that best advertised what she had to offer both to potential online fans...and clients.

There seemed to be a hustle backstage, and Neith leaned with a light curiosity to try and determine what had suddenly caused such a ruckus. Even the man who had told her he would provide a cue for her entrance had disappeared momentarily, but eventually he hustled back over to her and gestured with his hand that she could head to the stage. "Sorry. We're just having to adjust something. You're on!" Neith felt a pang of curiosity to ask what had to be adjusted, but she instead straightened, taking on a goddess' air, and smoothly walked onto the stage while the initial beats of Amon-Ra filled the arena.

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"Debuting in the LAW Arena...for the first time, from Egypt, the session goddess herself...NEEEEEITH!"

She entered with the simple, sensual flash that she usually displayed. A touch of a casual pose on the stage while she gazed out over the fans but offered little more before she moved with the full, delectable sway of her hips on a strut to the ring. With delicacy, Neith eased her way up the steps and through the ropes in a way befitting her allure. In the ring, there was no pandering, no waving or kissing. Neith merely sashayed her way around the ring once before settling in the middle, her hands on her hips.

Feeling a presence at her side, she turned to see the ring announcer beside her, and she leaned in to whisper. "Your opponent had to leave with a really bad stomach bug. We got a backup ready."

"...Excuse me?"

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In the backstage cafeteria, a certain Egyptian was sipping on a soda and taking a few nibbles out of the food provided. She could eat more and was tempted to do so, but she figured that it would be safer if she were to do it after tonight’s show. She didn’t want to be called to a match on a full stomach, that was just a recipe for disaster and she wanted to mitigate that risk at any cost.

That didn’t mean Sierra was really expecting to do much today. But that was fine with her, she was happy to take a small break for herself when she wasn’t training or hanging out with friends and acquaintances she made during her time at Law. It was why she liked accepting the job she had right now, it wasn’t her first time doing it and the pay was good so she did it fairly often.

For you see. Sierra doesn’t have a match on card tonight, technically she doesn’t even have to be at the arena this week. But LAW likes to offer a bonus pay to any wrestler willing to stay behind for a show as a backup. Just in case a wrestler became a no show or wasn’t able to make it to the ring. She wasn’t the only one either as across the cafeteria there were other wrestlers that sat around in case management needed them.

But a backup was rarely if ever needed, so the Egyptian was content to simply sit around and enjoy the atmosphere. That is, until a frantic looking stagehand rushed his way towards her and began to quickly whisper in her ear. Every word he said and Sierra’s eyes widened even more as she quickly stood up and made her way to the locker room so she could quickly change!

What a horrible day to get a stomach bug. Especially when your opponent was a new debutee. Quickly, Sierra dashed into the locker room and stripped herself down before slipping on her new outfit that she had originally hoped to show off against an opponent she knew. But she didn’t have time to feel bitter about that as soon enough she was marching her way to the gorilla position just in time for her theme music the start playing.

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Clad in her new blue white and black attire. Sierra would give a small flex of her arm as she made her way down to the ring. The peak of the pyramid didn’t know much about her opponent aside from the fact that she was a fellow Egyptian like herself. As Sierra slipped in between the top and middle rope, she would give a final flex to the crowd before leaning back in her corner and facing her opponent. Neith she thinks her name was.

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They had promised her complete and total transparency with every single match that she deigned to grace with her presence. Neith had agreed to fight one other specific woman and only that woman. Her contract explicitly stated her rights to refuse. And as Neith stared intensely at the ring announcer, she considered refusing before she got pushed into a match with a brute. In fact, she nearly stopped the ring announcer from doing her job by taking the woman by the sleeve of her shirt and holding her in place. "Who is the backup?" she demanded. The ring announcer tried to pull away to get back in position. "I- I'll tell you when I know! I will know when you do!"

"I'm leaving," Neith said, flatly, and she swung to do just that as the announcer tried to convince her otherwise. By the time she reached the ropes, however, her own music quieted, eclipsed by another. As Neith grabbed ahold of the top rope to make her exit, determined to have this matter go her way, the temptation of seeing whom they had chosen for her to wrestle overwhelmed her, and she grumbled at herself and paused. Perhaps they would send her some meat who could barely wrestle in order to appease her. That might indeed appease her.

...But they did not appease her. They did not even make the attempt.

As soon as Neith witnessed the giant, muscle-bound woman marching down the ramp, she started to leave the ring, only for the announcer to catch up after bringing Sierra Oasis to the ring. Was this their sick joke? Send some Egyptian or fake Egyptian woman to wrestle her, ignoring the size difference!? Neith nearly knocked the ring announcer away, but realizing the amount of people watching, she cooled, merely giving her a dirty look. "What do you want? I'm not wrestling that." "Please! This is a big deal for you! We could probably cover for it, but so many people would see you leave."

...Damn it. She was right. Though the world's greatest internal bundle of frustration played at the session girl's features, she turned around and planted herself against the turnbuckle, willing herself to stay.

Maybe this giantess was an idiot. Neith stared at her from head to toe, overt in her scrutiny. Yes, that was clearly the case.

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Sierra could see her opponent whispering to the announcer, never taking eyes off of her unless it was to be even more surprised by what the now nervous announcer said. The Egyptian could only chalk it up to the fact that it was probably because Sierra wasn’t Neith’s scheduled opponent. Sierra never saw who the original opponent for this girl was, but from the way Neith was reacting the Egyptian imagined it was probably not a girl Sierra’s size and build.

In fact, it almost looked as if Neith was about to leave the ring and the arena entirely rather than take on the muscle bound Egyptian. Sierra couldn’t blame her, this was probably not a situation she asked for. Thankfully though, the announcer was able to convince the smaller girl to go through with the match anyway. For after a small bit of back and forth, Neith fell back against the turnbuckle and stared straight ahead at her.

While all this was happening. Sierra was doing some light stretching and warm ups. Things she would usually do back in the locker room but couldn’t thanks to the rush of everything. Rolling both her neck and stretching her arm’s across her body, the referee would finally step inside and signal for the bell. And with that sound, Sierra would step out of the corner and make her way to the center of the ring. Where upon she would raise up her arms and bend her knees in a classic MMA fighting stance.

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Neith stared disdainfully at every muscle the big bitch stretched. While the goddess had no knowledge of the woman whatsoever, her size and the situation made the Egyptian beauty feel entirely justified in considering her a bitch. And what idiot had thought to send this bitch? Did her original opponent fail to notice the rumbling in her stomach before it became too late to cancel? Had the people backstage just grabbed whatever slightly Near Eastern slab of meat they could find lying around? Oh, Neith planned to give them hell.

She again weighed leaving, but people would see. And again, she might find this woman a musclebound simpleton. Most of the ones who spent so much time training their bodies were. The session girl had taken down men a foot taller than her, and while some of those men had not fully applied themselves in the interest of getting themselves caught between Neith's legs where they truly could not have escaped, Neith needed only to get this woman into a similar position. Those muscles mattered nothing if she squirmed around on the mat.

The bell rang. Ugh. Neith continued her disgusted glaring as she slowly sauntered her way over to where the giant woman had settled in the middle of the ring. The goddess would have preferred to merely consider her opponent nothing more than a gorilla, but unfortunately, she was not so built that she did not still appear pretty. Dehumanizing her would have added to the goddess' fury. As it stood, though, she eased her way in front of the other woman. Subconsciously, a plan had formed, and Neith would try to execute it

Still several feet away, she did not take any fighting stance nor present a threat. She merely gave her beckoning eyes and a beckoning hand, preparing to either play keep away with her footwork if the woman slowly pursued her or to fall and scissor her leg for a takedown if she rushed.

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Well this girl certainly had no qualms about trying to hide her expression. The disgust and annoyance at both her and the match in general was painted clearly on her face. Sierra had to resist the urge to sigh as she saw it. Once again she was put in a match against an opponent who seemed to think way too highly of themselves. Confidence in yourself was great, but too much and you just look like a bitch.

And the look this fellow Egyptian was giving her was definitely one that Sierra would classify as a bitch. Especially in the way she walked up to her after the bell had rung. It was much less of a walk and more of a strut, meant to hypnotize the crowd into looking at Neith’a admittedly attractive body. And certainly did it’s job as there were a multitude of cheers and catcalls as the smaller Egyptian made her way to the center of the ring.

Sierra meanwhile, would barely allow herself to acknowledge it. Rolling her eyes as the whole act, she resisted the urge to just knock this playboy wannabe out and get on with her day. At least now she could go home after this match was finished since she fulfilled her role as a replacement. But she was willing to at least give this girl a chance.

So raising her arms, Sierra would wait to see what Neith might do. Yet when it became clear that the smaller girl was content to do nothing, Sierra decided she might as well show this girl what she was in for. As in a sudden burst of motion, Sierra would shoot her leg out and try to slam it into Neith’s belly with a Spartan kick that if landed, would possibly launch the smaller Egyptian across the ring.

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While traditional wrestling was not entirely Neith's thing, she had watched enough matches to get ideas for her sessions to know what these big brutes liked to do when starting a match. Many of them liked to open with a grapple, but Neith would happily keep away from her if she came too close. The other options were to rush in and try to flatten the opponent. Neith could guess she appeared easily able to be flattened. For all of her luscious curves, she possessed a quarter of the musculature of her buff opponent. She expected the woman to rush her once she got impatient.

She did just that. The slightest smirk crossed her red-painted lips at the sight, and while the woman moved faster than Neith might have guessed, she still proved up to the task of avoiding the kick that the woman aimed at her. Gracefully, Neith sidestepped; in one smooth motion, she again inched in and threw her strong legs out, trying to catch the woman around the ankle to force her to trip onto her front. If she managed to do so, Neith was planning on keeping her legs entangled with the bigger woman's and try to jump on her back to keep her down. She was big, but Neith was good with her weight...she could think of a way to restrain her, surely.

And again, she was probably dumb. Win-win.

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Sierra liked to say she had gotten pretty good at reading people, especially ever since she joined law. So when she saw Neith strutting her way towards her, close enough to challenge yet just out of range for a grapple. The bigger Egyptian knew then and there that her opponent had no intentions of locking horns with her. So Sierra decided to simply cut out the middleman and send a straight kick aimed for Neith’s belly.

A kick that her opponent would dodge with the grace of a dancer. Quickly stepping around her before Sierra could even put her foot down. A shout would escape her lips as she felt her opponent send a kick to the back of her knee, forcing the bigger Egyptian to the floor. Yet Sierra wouldn’t fall on her front, and would instead manage to keep her balance and stay straight on one knee. Though Neith’s sudden weight on her back made staying upright that much harder, Sierra would power through it and would try to stand back up to her feet. Grabbing hold of Neith’s arm, Sierra would try to suddenly bend forward while yanking her opponents arm down, hopefully forcing her fellow Egyptian to flip over her shoulder and onto the canvas!

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Ahh yes, dumb and slow. Nevermind that if Neith had not planned ahead, she would have had a difficult time dodging, but she need not waste time on possibilities and problems. She took a couple of graceful gathering steps before leaping up and landing on the big bitch's back, working quickly to try and secure her legs around the woman's midriff and coil an arm under her neck. Neith's arm strength may have lacked in comparison to her legs, but a properly applied choke had toppled men who nearly doubled her weight. She shifted the arm to get it locked in...

...but the other arm did not promptly join for the choke, and the other woman grabbed it. "Get your-" she started to hiss, but she was ripped forward with more violence than she could remember in her whole session wrestling career. With an undignified, choked grunt, Neith was flipped forward and processed nothing until she had landed on her back, looking up at the lights as if the throw had shattered her with pain though the angle had partially mitigated the impact of the landing.

But her lack of pain tolerance did not beat her lack of instincts yet. Neith quickly pushed up and threw herself against the ropes in hopes that the beast would not snag her first. There, beast. She had said it, and now the goddess could drop all feelings and focus on putting this woman in the hospital with a scissorhold.

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Sierra didn’t hear the rest of whatever Neith had planned to say. Pitching forward and yanking on the arm she had managed to grab a hold of! The bigger Egyptian would flip the smaller girl off of her back and slamming her onto the canvas! The ring quaking impact of her slam did little to deter Neith however, who was quick to dash away from Sierra like a bat out of hell and recuperate. Only, there was one teeny weeny little problem for her.

Sierra didn’t let go of her arm.

When Neith would try to get up and make her escape, the poor Egyptian would only make it a few steps before her arm refused to follow. If the session wrestler were to look back, she would find that Sierra hadn’t budged an in and was instead holding her limb tightly in her grasp while looking at her with a small smirk upon her lips. ”I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear you fully. Would you like to repeat that?” She asked in a strangely calm tone.

Yet before Neith could even hope to answer, Sierra would suddenly yank back with all of her might and launch the smaller Egyptian straight towards her! Taking a large step forwards, Sierra would raise her free arm up horizontally before launching it forward! Her aim was to slam the crook of her elbow into the session wrestlers throat and plow right through her with a clothesline from hell! The force of which, if Sierra hit it right would not only launch Neith right into the air! But also force her to do a complete backflip from the momentum!