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

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Neith was certain she heard her arm pop over even the crowd, who ate up the view of the two exotic beauties.

It hadn't popped out of the socket because that would have meant more pain, but Neith felt that tell-tale sign of a small tweak of something shifting in a way it probably had not in a long time. With her momentum going one way and the beast keeping her arm from joining that momentum, Neith had no choice but to double back almost like she was the partner and Sierra the lead in a ballroom dance, her own feet surprisingly nimble beneath her despite the force of her body being yanked back. All she could do was look blankly at the big bitch when she got turned back; for the moment, her easy-to-muster rage failed her. But only for a moment, and then she was very keen on raising her hand to slap the bitch right across the cheek.

But Sierra shifted back out of her range, leaving Neith to hesitate with the slap. Not a great deal that happened shortly after that made much sense to the woman who had only ever faced women of her ilk. The women who had some talent and technique, but lacked in that overall athleticism and explosion possessed by most professional wrestlers. Sierra seemed to have that.

Before Neith could duck, she felt what one under the guillotine must have felt in the form of a thick arm crushing her neck and chin and everything above her chest as it swept straight into her. Gifted with her first concussion, that was about as far as Neith got in the process of experiencing the clothesline until she was looking at her own legs dangling over her head and what must have been her arm awkwardly pressed up against the side of her head while she lay ass-over-head on the mat. The crowd had gotten to witness her land on her shoulders after leaving the ground before she collapsed and her legs folded over her, but Neith could not process anything about how embarrassing that would have looked. As her ass hovered in the air, she only processed pain.

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Sierra didn’t know what her opponent was thinking. What that strange, blank look in her eyes entailed. Nor did she know what her fellow Egyptian planned to do when she raised her hand up as she finally began to process Sierra’s words. The bigger Egyptian would never find the answer to any of these questions for she was in no interest to discover them. As she would beat Nieth to the punch and yank the smaller woman towards her as if she were ripping the cord of a Lawnmower!

And when Nieth reached her. Sierra’s arm would be there to greet her as she slammed it into the debutee’s collar with so much force that the crowd all collectively winced. A loud “OHHHHH!!” echoing across the arena as Sierra watched Nieths body stop, turn, and then fully flip onto the canvas. Landing on her shoulders with her ass in the air and her feet laying beside her head. Sierra straightened as a silence creapt across the arena.

And when she saw no movement come from the smaller Egyptian. She let out a small breath through her nose. No reason to drag this whole charade out now she figured. Crouching down to one knee, she pressed her hand against one of Nieth’s calf’s and looked towards the referee. Who finally seemed to remember her job as she lay down beside them and began to slap the mat. “Uhh. O-ONE!… TWO!…” she stuttered. No doubt as shocked as the crowd was at the sudden beginning… and now it seemed end to this match.

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Neith almost - almost - found good sense again in time to hear and respond to the three, but she neither recognized it nor had the instincts needed to respond to it. Later, she would likely realize that it had been for the best that she didn't, only coming to comprehend that her entire upper body, especially her head, hurt. And the weight... weight crushing down on her only flexible enough spine. Neith groaned and tried to straighten, hearing someone nearby yell a "Three!" for what seemed to her shell-shocked mind to be no particular reason, but the weight wouldn't let her.

With her face still stuck against her own arm, she groaned into it, eyebrows knitting into hatred. "Get the fuck off of me...", she complained without knowing that her complaint didn't remotely match the indignity she had just suffered until she heard a bell ring and it all came rushing back to her.

Her eyes flew open, her body exploded with panicked energy, and she managed to squirt off to the side and roll onto her stomach... in time to see a crowd gazing at her in confusion, not in adoration. The arm tearing through her neck came back to her a second later, and Neith outright yelled into the canvas in rage.

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And just like that, the match was over. Though it would seem that the last count was enough to breathe some life into her once catonic opponent. Who rolled out of Sierra’s grip and onto her belly. But the bigger Egyptian did little to follow her as she simply stood up and allowed her arm to be raised by the shocked referee. Ignoring the scornful little mutterings coming from her now former opponent.

Looking out into the crowd, Sierra would notice that many were shocked at what they had seen. Like they were expecting far more from the match than they got. And maybe if her opponent had gotten the opponent she was supposed to have, then things perhaps would have been different. But instead she got a massive MMA trained Egyptian instead.

An Egyptian that now had no more interest being here. With the match finished, her job as being the backup was done and she was now going home. So without even deigning her former opponent with a glance, Sierra would slip between the ropes and make her way up the ramp and to the backstage. Leaving the arena completely.

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The scream lasted far longer than any scream had any business lasting, somehow adding to the crowd's uncertainty and ensuing silence. It took every ounce of composure, a reminder that many, many people were watching, for her not to slam her fists and feet into the canvas to let loose even further rage, for that matter. The idea that so much motion would cause her more pain didn't appeal, either. But this was unacceptable. The wrong woman!? Taking her off guard like that!?

Neith raised her head to bark out those exact questions at whoever would listen, but the sudden motion of her neck made it hurt. A squeal came out, and she grabbed at it until the initial pangs stopped. Then, she tried again, a few curses pouring out in Arabic before she reverted to English. "What sort of a cheap, dishonorable, stupid-"

While she had meant the words mainly for her opponent with the referee meant to take only a sliver of the beratement, only the ref remained to listen to her and stared back in confusion. Neith propped up on her elbows to see where that big oaf had gone. She- she was leaving? She had done something so despicable, and she had chosen to leave!? Neith could only have rushed to her feet faster if she hadn't had to pause to ensure she could keep her balance.

She staggered over to the ropes, finding the walking much more difficult than she could have imagined. By the time she reached them, she fell onto the top one, watching the woman disappear fully backstage. She grit her teeth. This would not stand. "I am going to turn you inside out," she hissed under her breath.

No. No, even that wasn't good enough. As Neith stomped her way up the ramp, resisting every urge to rub her extremely pained neck, a Cheshire grin started to creep across her face. She knew exactly what this bitch deserved, and the session mistress knew just how to ensure it came to pass.

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