The Trial of Bast: Eshe Abdallah vs. Katsumi Oshiro

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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

Eshe decided to own it, there wasn’t much else she could do in her situation and despite her worry, she was certain it would work out! The beat of her theme began to blast, the crowd seemed into it as she stepped out, donning her new attire. The bass of the beat caught hold of her body, with each beat her hips strike the air in time as she slowly makes her way to the ring. The crowd, ever the ego boost, showed their love for her new outfit, which helped boost her confidence bit by bit.

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.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was, if nothing else, pleased to be wrestling someone who wasn't new to LAW. Someone who'd been in some matches already, and was probably worth something to take down. Nevermind the stipulation of an extended pin - she's fine with that. All the more dominant the final moment when she's covering up this poor chick. It gives her more time to give the cameras a visual feast, to assert herself over her battered and beaten rival. She might even prefer it!

It does mean she won't be able to end the match with a submission hold, however. Which, as a technician, takes a bit of the bite out of her arsenal. She'll be relying on them more to wear her opponent out, to cripple her so she can't fight back. She's done it before and come out on top. She can do it again. Who her opponent is, exactly, didn't even matter! As long as she wasn't some gargantuan beefslab, it made no difference! And even then, she could be an anklebiter and gnaw her way to glory! All it takes is the willpower and endurance to do it!

The lights throughout the arena dim, until all is cast in black. Cellphone cameras dot the darkness like stars in the sky, waving and searching. But soon, spotlights begin to swirl the arena, and a combination of purple and green lasers dance on beat to the heavy thumping electric guitar preamble that is the opening of Katsumi's entrance.

Her intro video.

When the crescendo hits, the punkette dashes out onto the stage, revealing herself to the crowd. Primarily black gear accented in gold, her typical flashy attire, is worn tonight, leaving her toned thighs, smoothly-defined midsection, and upper-chest and arms bare, save for one detail: the leather jacket hugging her frame. And though her eyes are hidden behind a pair of shades, it's obvious where she's looking - the ring. More particularly, the Egyptian standing on the mat.

Entrance Attire

With a confident smirk, she shakes her head and props a fist to her hip, letting the wave and torrent of the crowd's mixed boos and cheers wash over her in deafening white noise. Then with all the aloof detachment of one who's already won the match, she raises her other arm to put her fist in the air. Sprays of vivid amethyst sparks erupt around the stage.

Then she's in motion.

"And her opponent!," belts the announcer. "From Osaka, Japan! At a height of 5'7", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! The Punk Princess! KATSUMIIIIII! OOOSHIROOOOOO!"

A stride, a sashay of the hips, Katsumi makes her way down the ramp. Gloved hands are raised, but not extended to the audience flanking at either side no matter how hard they may reach for her. Elbows are tucked, palms outturned to simultaneously acknowledge and dismiss them and their desperate desires to touch the larger-than-life diva. And upon reaching the ring, she grabs the middle rope and smoothly swings herself up and onto the apron, spinning to face the crowd.

Her fist lifts before her. The other fist joins... and begins to crank. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, her middle finger is raised. Then a teasing little, "Muah," air-kiss. This, naturally, ratchets up the audience's response in both extremes. Just the way she likes it.

Her back arches over the top cable, and she elegantly tumbles over to land neatly on her boots. Turning, she suddenly rushes up the far end of the ring, quick steps ascending the ropes until she's perched facing the other end of the arena. Arms are thrown wide, presenting herself to the crowd and cameras.

At last, she hops down from her perch with a spin and plucks the shades from her eyes. With a quick little flick, she folds the legs and tucks them into the jacket. Shoulders shrugging back, the jacket slides from her frame only to be caught by a hand and dropped just outside the ropes for safekeeping.

Full Wrestling Gear

At last, Katsumi is left only in the flashy, punkishly chic wrestling gear clinging tight to her figure. Black trunks looped with gold-studded belt hugs her hips, and gold-studded bralet snugs tight to her chest, leaving the sleek, slender lines of her waist bare. And with the sunglasses out of the way, those vivid emerald eyes are free to lock onto Eshe across the ring, studying her face. Looking for any sign of falter. Any blood in the water. Her own expression is slightly pinched, unhumored and predatory, even as the referee closes in to give her the pat-down.

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Overhead lights go dim as the ring hushes to whispers, the only light illuminating the place were cellphone flashlights, barely giving Eshe any vision as she stands still. She couldn’t risk moving and bumping into anything, god forbid the embarrassment that would come from the lights flicking back on and she found herself glued to a post. A sudden flash of green and purple lights spring to life, offering some rather colorful illumination before music begins to kick in. A black and gold accented figure steps out to earn a mixture of cheers and boo’s?

The atmosphere of the arena seemed to change almost instantly as Kasumi took to the stage. It felt crushing, as if pressure had been building over the course of the evening, threatening to squash her. The Egyptians stance hardens, this wouldn’t be her first rodeo nor her last, this sort of thing was to be expected especially from a fan favorite. Her gaze locks on, noticing the Punkette stepping out as the crowd suddenly roars in astonishing excitement. She breathed in, breathed out, there was nothing to be afraid of, win or lose she could be happy knowing she did her best.

With Kasumi descending the ramp, Eshe takes a good look, observing her opponent intently as she begins to come up with a strategy. She notices their so what smaller frame so size is sort of on her side but that isn’t always the guarantee factor. From the reception they’re receiving, the Egyptian could feel that it was mixed. Kasumi must have a reputation for it, but thinking back to another Punk she was involved with, Eshe could assume they pulled some fast ones to earn it. She’d have to be on her guard with her.

Kasumi climbed up onto the apron rather spectacularly, her crowd work was something Eshe desired. She felt her’s could use some work…maybe a lot of work but this was still something she was getting used to. Still, she thought it was somewhat odd to be wearing sunglasses inside a building but she wasn’t one to judge. The raised middle finger made her brow raise, was it supposed to be a threat or just vulgar signaling, the Egyptian wasn’t entirely sure but she’d chalk it up to excitement at best.

As they practically backflipped into the ring, Eshe began to shift about as they climbed the post to almost urge them to praise her. She rolls off her jacket with finesse as the violet feels a tinge of what she could only describe as a hint of inadequacy but! She wouldn’t let herself get down. She steeled herself to do her best and she’s so just that, Eshe felt that’s all that mattered for now.

With the ref patting her opponent down, she begins to close the distance, she isn’t quick about it, the last thing she wants is to come off as a threat..well, not yet anyway! She extends her hand as a smile begins to spread along her lips, if anything, she wants to show shes a good sport and that the Egyptian means no ill will. ”Hey there! It’s nice to meetcha, I’m Eshe Abdallah.” She extends her hand outstretched with another step closer. ”Good luck to you, I hope we have a fun match.”

[CyanDimitrik]

The cold, hard stare from those vivid emerald eyes is unrelenting, even as Katsumi offers one leg after the other for the referee to pat down. Eshe is a little taller, but only barely. Possibly a slight bit heavier than her, but nothing she can't handle, lift, or slam down. The gold and white two-piece ensemble didn't leave much to the imagination, but it does make the Egyptian girl look good. She could admit that much. If only just to herself.

But the girl herself, when she approaches all smiles and friendly-like? She's just giving Katsumi the green light to be the worst version of herself in the ring, and she loves that. She can work this chick over, tick off the crowd, and force everyone to take notice. It'll be great! Ratings'll spike! And the arena will be anything but quiet when she's standing over the other girl's beaten form!

"Piss off," she says curtly to the referee; she was just finishing her inspection, and she immediately shies away when ordered. Katsumi has that sort of forceful personality.

Exiting her corner, she's instantly adopted a brilliant, sweet smile towards Eshe. She approaches, her gait casual and frame loose. "Hey! Nice to meet'cha, Eshe! Your accent's pretty!," she chirps conversationally as she nears, her right hand offered forward to meet Eshe's for a shake.

Only it drops at the last second, and Katsumi's right leg raises to pump the heel of her boot towards the other girl's temple with the intent to blast her off her feet and down to the mat. Definitively a cheap way to open the match.

Her tone instantly changed from friendly to sneering, she says, "H'yeah. One of us is gonna have fun tonight. S'gonna suck for you."

And hit or miss, the referee can recognize aggression out the gate! She waves her arms to signal the start of the match!

*DING*

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Her senses were ringing again, she could feel their aura wasn’t too kind or perhaps it was more like, kindness mixed with malicious intent. It was a perplexing feeling, a gift her father says she inherited from her mother but sometimes she wasn’t too sure about her feelings. Katsumi came off as aggressive from the get-go, a showboat for sure but she had experience with garnering the crowd, a skill Eshe was still working on. Maybe her initial thought was off, perhaps Katsumi wasn’t as bad as she felt she was still though, it was a 60/40 gamble.

The poor referee quickly shied away the moment Katsumi ordered them away. Her bad vibe was practically screaming in the Egyptians ear as she slowly approached, she couldn’t bring herself to be rude though, it wasn’t like her at all to lose her cool. When she saw that smile, she could tell something was off but a part of her wanted to believe that Katsumi wasn’t initially as bad as she thought. She even complimented her accent which was a nice touch. ”O-oh, well thank you! I don’t hear people compliment it much, yourse is cute too.” She replies, her guard loosened as she reached for their hand.

”Gangh!” Eshe cries out. Suddenly her skull erupts with pain as a boot swings up to kick her her dome. She snaps hard to the left. Falling to her knees as she cups her aching head. Her hair was all over the place as reality slowly crept back in, she had fallen for their trap. She should’ve listened to her gut, a lesson she finds hard to really depend on when she feels she judges too many books by their cover only to find out she misjudged. This time she was right in the money and that was a feeling she wasn’t happy with.

Hearing them claim so arrogantly that it would be fun for them but suck for her didn’t sit right with her either, though, in truth, that’s possibly the way a lot of wrestlers think or feel about their matches. She slowly crawls to the ropes to help her get to her feet, she couldn’t allow herself to be a sitting duck for someone like them: horrible and arrogant.

[CyanDimitrik]

The audience is raucous with boos and scorn for the opening salvo, an undeniably dirty way to start the fight. Katsumi watches, pleased, with Eshe's shocked reaction to the kick. Poor girl's eggs must be positively scrambled. Wonderful. And as for the condemnation from the crowd? She spares just a moment to turn to the audience and cameras, hands raised in fists to pantomime boo-hoo-hooing at them, her hips bopping side to side with each twist of her wrists.

Then it's back to focusing on Eshe, noting her crawling for the ropes. A wicked little smirk edges the corners of her lips, and she marches after her. Quickly, a hand snatches for a fistful of Eshe's hair to yank her head back. "Lemme help ya with that."

And then she's shoving the girl's upper-body between the middle and top rope, bracing her back against the top cable. Her hands link beneath Eshe's chin, and she presses her knee into the small of the Egyptian's back as she reclines, attempting to force a horrible arching stretch on her. Specifically, a surfboard stretch using the ropes!

On the plus side, it'll be showing off Eshe's new attire to the audience quite nicely, as well as her slender figure and curves. On the down-side, it's going to hurt quite a lot. And it's rather illegal. The referee is bound to rush in quickly and begin counting to threaten a DQ.

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The array of boos from the gallery filled the arena, the Egyptian pants as pain rocks her skull as her eyes slightly water. She perks over her shoulder, Kasumi was gloating, clearly mocking her pain. The violet couldn’t even begin to think of what she had done to be treated so horribly from the get-go but then again, there were always those sorts of people in this world. Her mother and father woukd tell her to kill them with kindness.

Eshe wasn’t quick enough with her crawl to escape or get to her feet. The thundering patter of their boots against the mat made her realize that Kasumi was coming. She had just managed to reach the ropes when she felt their tendrils sink into her hair. The harsh tug backward forced her head to snap back. ”G-gnngh!” she groans as hair strands sting from the pull.

She felt her body suddenly forced against the ropes, the tethers of the top and middle rope grind into her skin. ”Aaaah!” Eshe cries out as Kasumi’s fingers interlock under her chin while their knee presses to the small of her back. The Egyptian contorts to the direction of her opponent. The ropes dog deeper into her skin as the strain on her back and neck begin to surge. Her left hand grabs into the top rope, attempting to pull herself back up while her right picks at their fingers, attempting to peel their hold away.

Her gaze shifts to the referee in desperation, noting they’re coming closer, already waving their hands to break the two apart. Eshe could hardly breathe with this pressure.

[CyanDimitrik]

Cameras flash in rapid succession from the ocean of spectators, all capturing and immortalizing the scene before them: Eshe stretched horribly against the ropes, her head pulled back, desperately prying at the fingers. Her attacker, Katsumi, smiling wickedly as she digs a knee into her spine and pulls on her chin. The referee, just to the corner, doing her mousy best to convince the Punk Princess to release her.

"That's illegal! You have to let her go!"

Katsumi either doesn't hear her, or more likely, pretends to not hear her. She's deadset on wrenching another scream from the other girl.

"I'm gonna disqualify you if you don't let her loose! One! Two!," the referee begins counting.

Katsumi's eyes flutter shut, indulging in the precious few seconds left of torturing the Egyptian.

"Three! Four!"

And all of a sudden, the tension slacks in Eshe's bind. She's free to slump, slouch, or fall away how she will, as Katsumi has withdrawn her hands from her in favor of turning to the referee briefly, showing empty palms. "I let'er go already! Relax! Damn!"

The referee squints, unimpressed with the pretense of innocence. Less impressed when Katsumi turns to Eshe again to drill a stiff forearm club across her lower back.

"HEY!"

Katsumi turns again, hands up. "What, I'm not holding on!"

[ScoutLils]

She can see the flashes of light through her clenched eyes, cameras taking shots while shes in the most humiliating start of her career. Eshe can’t hide her groans as she feels their knee still digging into her spine, arching her aching back. She hears the referee speak up, coming over to separate the pair but it doesn’t feel like it’s fast enough. The Egyptians fingers rake at the gloves fingers under her chin, trying to earn some reprieve as the threat of disqualification rears its ugly head.

She can hear them counting but it’s almost like Katsumi is ignoring it, the violet grits her teeth as she tries leaning forward her grip latching onto the ropes as she tightens her shoulders. Just as shes ready to make a bid to force herself upright the count reaches “four” and the pink Princess releases her.

Eshe’s body goes slack against the ropes for a moment, coughing as air finally fills her lungs. She pants softly as the referee finally managed to get Katsumi to let go. She didn’t want to admit it, busy she was starting to not like them. It felt like a battle of her own nature, she couldn’t bring herself to dislike anyone or anything but Katsumi was pushing it.

Just as Eshe was getting to her feet to meet the pink princess head-on, she felt a forearm bash into the back, sending her right back down to the mat again. She cries out in shock, having just had her back torqued to their hearts content only to be struck right back down. Her left arm lays against her wound, her hand cradling her spine as she softly grunts in pain. Things weren’t looking good for her right now.

[CyanDimitrik]

The audience is letting Katsumi know full well how they feel about her behavior here. The short of it is - they disapprove. In the land of honor and integrity, cheap shots and ignoring the officials is a surefire way to rile up most of the crowd in a negative way. Granted, others are cheering on the brutality - those who prefer their women to be edgy rulebreakers who shirk society's confines.

It all washes for the Punk Princess. Sure, she prefers people being on her side, but it's the noise she savors and the energy she can feel from it. And if it's hot on the heels of her making the conscious choice to put the hurt on someone and prove the dominant force in the ring, all the better.

Speaking of being the dominant force in the ring...

As the referee wags her finger at Katsumi, the punkette is focused on the Egyptian lying on the mat. A wicked smirk tugging the corner of her lips, she reaches down to grab her by the wrist not current nursing her back, and pulls on the arm to drag her away from the ropes and more to the center of the ring. Then it's a simple matter of dropping to her knees beside her, pushing her to roll over onto her back, and lying herself across her. Her left leg hooks Eshe's left leg, thigh pulling against thigh. Her left arm hooks under Eshe's right leg to draw the limb into the air, and she lowers herself against her, pressing her bared abdomen across Eshe's stomach. Her right hand sets over the other girl's elbow to help hold her down to secure the pinning position over her.

As the referee drops beside the pair, ready to begin the long five-count pin, Katsumi's neck cranes to look over her shoulder towards Eshe's face.