To paint The woes of Bast: Eshe Abdallah vs. Vorona

[ScoutLils]

Eshe’s fingers locked tight, her palm solid against Vorona as the two were locked in. The Crow was curling inward as their faces came close, the Egyptian was grinning ear to ear, already feeling the exertion as they slowly began to trek back. It seemed like Eshe was winning in their test of strength as she began to make that inch seem like a mile.

Meanwhile, Vorona felt it was an appropriate time to continue to speak negatively against the cute but mighty Sable. Eshe huffed in response, her knowledge ran deep as she pushed forward. ”They’re only.. aggressive when.. threatened and mating season!” She exclaims just as they took that deep breath to declare their preference for crows. “Danngit. I knew I should’ve gone with the bird angle.” She thought to herself, missing an oppurtunity but, thinking on it from the last couple minutes of events, Vorona came off more as a Sable than a Crow, which only made her double down on the nickname, it fit so perfectly, how could she change it?

Just as the Egyptian was about to back Sable into the corner, they’d switch their stance using Eshe’s momentum against her to swing her into the corner post. The sudden turnaround left her surprised but she wasn’t done just yet. She’d chuckle softly before using the corner as an anchor and stretching her arms out in an attempt ti push Vorona back. The thrill seeker didn’t have it in her to just suddenly back down when the going got tough. If she was lucky enough to put some distance between them, the Egyptian would switch up her tactics as her own back arches forward to push her away from the corner. She wouldn’t go for the post this time, instead of battling out in another test of strength, Eshe would instead attempt to use their combined momentum to sharply twist the Crow into a headlock, one she could exploit if her plan was successful.

[Monsy]

It looked like she won it. Eshe was back-first against the corner-pad, with Vorona pushing up against her. Their arms would spread, and Vorona’s arms would shake. “You…” Vorona said, strained and through tight teeth. A boot sliding back. “Would know.” Vorona’s spine bent when pushed on, arching with her feet firmly planted, only to find the shove destabilizing, sending her stumbling one foot over the other, then caught with a headlock. “Gh!” The pain spread across her neck as her body bumbled to catch up, getting her boots underneath and lowering her base.

“Let... go--” Two hands were grabbing Eshe’s forearm, with eyes squeezing shut and bearing the squeeze the Egyptian was crushing her cranium with. When she came around to her senses, she attempted to respond as quickly as possible. Her arms wrapped around Eshe’s waist, then with a big: ONE AND A TWO--

--She heaved! Up, up! Then back, down and planted on the canvas for a back suplex!

[ScoutLils]

Eshe found ground and took that mile, managing to push herself clean away from the corner post as her forearm and bicep snag Vito’s skull betwist her bust and rocky muscle. She offers them a squeeze as she attempts to wear them down, their little comment not going I noticed but Eshe didn’t hear the sarcasm. ”I studied- a lot..growing up.” she explains, having to always be on the move with her father made her quite the diligent student. Everytime they landed in a new country, her dad would spill tidbits of environmental knowledge, plants, animals, the ecosystem, the Egyptian did her best to take all of it in.

Her focus was snapped back to her match as she felt a pair of arms snap around her waist. Eshe’s mind immediately panicked knowing full well she opened herself up to this. In a sudden act of panicky desperation, she’d at least attempt to make it harder on the show haired woman by trying to drop to her knee. She felt from here, they’d have to exert a bit more force to into it but she moved to slow for that.

Her body slowly began to lift as she cranked on her headlock before gravity overtook her, sending her back first into the mat. Shes release her captive as her shoulders go splat against the mat. The Egyptian’s legs would fold but the fire starter had pent up energy to spare, with a rather hard kick of her legs, shes attempt to separate and give herself some distance, rolling to her knees as she rubs the back of her head. ”Okay…wow, you got…me there. I didn’t expect that but I’m not done yet!” the thrill seeker exclaims, shifting her right boot underneath her body, looking to continue their dance.

[Monsy]

Vorona ate one sharp kick to the back that knocked the wind out her sail. She lurched forward, eyes widening for a moment, “Pugh!” Then coughed. Twice. The pain faded but the lasting sinking feeling inside her chest and stomach remained until she put one leg over the other, foot down, turned, then stood after pushing on the canvas. She swallowed the built-up spit, which helped to reset her senses in the moment.

To her estimations thus far, the girl in front of her was quite soft. A gentle soul with a good kick, but who couldn’t make a kick hurt like that? Right. She was still a softie. Perhaps pliable, bendable and would shed a tear over simple trivia no doubt. She smirked, letting an arm fold under her bust, an elbow resting in the palm, then cupping her own cheek as she took a stance, feeling like she ‘allowed’ them to get up.

“Hmph. I’d say you -are- quite done, but just don’t know it yet.” She extended the arm that was supporting her folded arm, then beckoned them with two fingers. Her bets now placed on the symbolism she imagined of their first exchange. “Come closer so I can prove it, little one.”

[ScoutLils]

Her kick finds a place in Voro’s back, as the two separate and some distance is put between them. Eshe rolls away, her right boot sliding under her body to help push her upward as she takes a stance. She expected Voro to need a moment from the slight cough that took the wind from their sails but to her surprise, Sable was already on their feet. The Egyptian was for sure on the back foot with this match, Voro seemed to be controlling the flow since the beginning but the violet wasn’t going to let herself fall behind if there was something she could do about that!

With her core tightening, she bends her knees to settle into stance once again. Her eyebrow rose as her gaze fixed on the dark Crow, she was standing rather smuggly, as if Eshe was nothing more than dust to be flicked away. That didn’t exactly sit well with her but maybe she was overthinking it. She stepped forward to meet their arrogant words that seemed to bounce right off the Egyptians positive complexion. And she had done it, she called her little one!

Her stance softeneds as she stands at the ready. ”Well, it helps to never know when to quit, but don’t you worry, I promise to make this a challenge!” She exclaims. ”Buuuut, you called me “little one” so you know what that means~… gimme just a sec. Let’s see, you’re most definitely a “Sable”, you’re not beating that allegation. Mmm, oh! I got it! “Crow”, I feel like “Raven” is better but for you, I think you rock “Crow”. Eshe’s thumb and index cup along her chin as a smile thay shows her satisfaction with her names. She had a feeling circling back to birds would work in her favor since Snow Dove seemed to stick to her partner.

Seeing those beckoning fingers urging her on, she lifted a lone index finger, waving it side to side as the violet shook her head “no”. ”Nuh uh, I came to you. So how about we shake things up a little, you come to me.” Eshe explains, using her extending index to beckon them on.

[Monsy]

CYKA--. Well...

Someone flipping her script and ignoring her cues was certainly a mode that she wanted to throw hands with. She squinted through her mask, cold and critical with her eyes. "I quite agree." As those words were lobbed through her throat like stones, she had half a mind to say 'that's just the name of my entrance song you oaf--', but seeing Eshe develop a set of eyes to tell that from her aesthetics alone was at least satisfying. She didn't wager this girl to know the song either, lest she probably would've brought it up in another fun-fact break and observation. And to Vorona's eyes, she embodied a crow except for feathers, which she disapproved off for ring attire on account of every match, they'd be ruined.

So, nevertheless, she felt a kinship with vision this one time. But that didn't stop the fact her invitation was denied. Once again, she was in different waters.

Her finger twitched after beckoning. As did her brow. "Disavow the terrible 'Sable' moniker and I'll allow you to call me Crow as a distant bronze medal."

Her head shook. "Wait." Why am I even negotiating??

She squinted again, shaking her head briefly before speaking, "Disregard that. YOU are!--" She started to step forward towards them, pointing. "--to charge me!" Then she pointed to herself, now within grabbing distance. She shrugged, leaning towards them with a lifted brow and sneer, critiquing their ettiquette as if she were director on a movie set chastising rowdy actors. But hey! She came... "That's how this works. That's how everything here works. Do I have to beg for you to listen?? I call and you obey. Is that clear, little minx?"

[ScoutLils]

The Egyptians began to lightly bounce in place, half expecting to have to rush Voro but also preparing for their advance if they took her challenge. At last though she heard a sign of approval, Eshe’s normal grin seemed to brighten as her eyes light up. Vorona finally agreed with a nickname, she scored with “Crow” and felt that perhaps maybe now they could grow on friendlier terms. Her hands clasp together as excitement begins to overtake her. No, she had to be normal, act normal! ”Hehehe, I’m so glad you think so. I was thinking that circling back to birds would fit so well with your partner there!” she exclaimed.

Just as the new name had settled in, the Crow was initiating a negotiation. The violet had to think on it, “Sable” was cute, it had a vicious adorableness to it but “Crow” felt more fitting, more mysterious. She’d hate give it up but still getting to use one was better than none. ”Mmm, I think I can do that. So long as you come up with a better nickname for me too. “Little one” just feels, weird? No, no, that’s not quite it. Maybe uhhh, gosh I know it’s there somewhere. Just a sec.” shes wracking her brain for the right word but that was until they began to approach.

Eshe was honestly surprised, Vorona began to direct what she should be doing as they closed the distance. Claiming that the violet was meant to charge her, all while pointing at her then to themselves as if she were directing a scene from an action movie. Despite their adverse thoughts on having Vorona coming to Eshe, she was right where the Egyptian had beckoned her to.

”I..I uh think so? But just so you know, you still came to me, soooooo~…let’s just agree to disagree, yeah?” She held her hands up, half defensively but the other half ready to snag Crow. ”We’re in a match ya know, nothing always goes like we plan.” She states as her hands reach out, her left snagging their right arm to pull them in. Eshe doesn’t tend to make moves like these without meeting her opponents headon but the oppurtunity seemed way to good to just pass up. If her surprise managed to catch the avaian themed wrestler unaware, she’d tuck their head under her shoulder and reach for their leotard to tug upwards.

Granted Vorona cooperated, Wshe would bend her knees to get a start as shes attempt to lift her rival vertaically in the air. ”Up we go, Crow!” Her voice tinge with glee as she kicks a leg out from under her to possibly drop the pair of them with the help of gravity for a Vertical Suplex!

[Monsy]

"Says YOU." Vorona put her finger directly on their chest. Her plans were ART. They were WRESTLING EMBODIED.

It was by all means, the perfect way to win catered directly for the muse of the night. But--with one tug of the arm and yank, "wait-wait." Vorona's head was stuffed under Eshe's arm. The facelock applied and squished her features. She was forced to make fish-lips, then tried to buck backwards. No Good. Eshe already had a hand on her leotard. "wait-wait-wait--" Gosh, they were right in the middle of a discussion too! The lack of tact! The vacancy of class! The cacophony of tripe, insolence and hooliganry personified! And the crowds loved a little surprise.

They got to see Vorona wear a face of shock. Big eyes, smothered black lips and a flushed face. All the blood reached her head as her leotard pulled into her cheeks in the upwards descent, giving everyone quite the perspective of fishnet artistry behinds. One whistled, one hollered, but they'd all give a medium-sized cheer to see the ring shake from a picture-perfect suplex. "NNNGHH!" The pain was teeth-biting. Her lumbar stung like a few bees just got her backside. It numbed, then stung right along the spine.

She put her boots down on the mat, then heaved her hips into the air, having a bug-eyed teeth-bearing look for three whole seconds as she folded her arm behind her back, then desperately tried to massage it. Her feet kicked out and she flattened on the mat in a heap. Groggily, she made attempts to start turning to her side where her arms, now in front of herself, could grab at the mat and start stringing together her recovery.

[ScoutLils]

It was then that she went for it. The finger digging in her chest was practically an invitation and Eshe was the type to always answer with punctuality.

Eshe was under the full impression that Vorona would be ready for it, sure she was quick on the grab but the Egyptian couldn’t help but want to get back into the thrill of her match. She never even heard them tell her to wait over the roaring crowd. Crow was turning out to be quite the joker, Eshe felt horrible about her original impression, Vorona was definitely fun and interesting in her eyes at least if nothing else. With her catch now vertical in the air, the Egyptian would delay for only a second before she gave herself to gravity, the pair now falling to the mat with a thunderous crash.

It wouldn’t take a genius or much less a village idiot to tell that one stung. Eshe had been in the receiving end of those before and could tell she hit good but, she did feel a tinge of guilt, like she’d been disrespectful in some weird, roundabout way. ”Oh, sorry, sorry! I thought you were ready for it, Crow.” Eshe softly explained as she rolled to her knees, watching them perk up on their boots. Only to hold it for mere seconds before collapsing back down to the mat. In hindsight maybe she shouldn’t be too sorry, after all this was their job but even so, the violent couldn’t shake that slight tingling feeling.

With Vorona rolling to her side or attempting to, Eshe would close the distance, shifting her right boot underneath herself, she pulls herself up to her feet as Crow works on her recovery. ”Im sorry, Crow, I’m sure you’ve got lots of fun ideas about Art but I think it’s more fun when you improvise!” Eshe’s words seemed to have a huge wall of sincerity behind it, still though, this wasn’t the time to debate or argue, it was the time for action. With a slight leap in her step, the violet comes down with her full weight in a dead to rights body splash, attenoting to capitalize on her efforts. She couldn’t help but chuckle, the feeling of a frog took over her mind if she managed to to bring her avian foe back down to the mat.

[Monsy]

This girl. She was almost all noise. With springs and covert guile that she hadn't understood. Names, nicknames. It was ridiculous to have another round of it. And to end up at the same word in a different language! This girl was absurd. Her suplexes? Rock-hard, much like the thickness of her SKULL. She didn't understand them, but she did indeed ponder those ideas.

Maaaany, if not all, involved a stretch of those legs until the hamstrings screamed as loud as she imagined Eshe, banging on the mat in total surrunder. For now, Vorona nursed her battered back muscle with an arm. Being told 'sorry' of all things touched her ear like a gangrenous nail, making her shoulder lift towards it like the statement was physical. "Sssshut--" Vorona heaved, gritting teeth, "--uuup." And there was an added piece of mind to be had if she wasn't busy trying to connect her thoughts back together, put knees beneath her body, then her hands. Once planted, she pushed up, shook the last cobwebs free, then moved her head in the direction of Eshe's most recent noise.

(Thump, thump, thump...)

When she looked, Eshe's banging feet were gone. Vorona saw a pair of legs and lower torso in shadow, then in a split moment, clocked it, "oh-no..." Before being splashed against her back. Her arms went forward, her legs went out, and her torso squashed into the canvas to make her screech, "hhHUUGGHhhh!" Vorona's eyes were big one moment, then squeezed shut the next. Her eyelids wrinkled as she squeezed them taut. Her fingers shrivelled into white-knuckle fists. Her stomach ached in this disorienting sensation of pulsing and like she was empty. Her throat was done in knots. "I'lll t-taaakee..." Her voice came out hoarse, wheezing, "m-My chances, p-p-puh-pesky sphinx..."