The Trial of Bast: Eshe Abdallah vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[ScoutLils]

Eshe was reeling, already on the back foot of the match, figuratively and quite literally. The arm bash to her back just made the pain spike even higher, her mind completely taken over by the aches. The violet’s hand rests against her spine, hoping to ease her woes but her rival had other plans. Katsumi grabbed her free wrist, tugging her away from the safety of the ropes before she was unceremoniously rolled onto her back to lay flat. She immediately began to panic, Katsumi already made it clear she had no intention of showing any signs of stopping from their short interaction. The Punkette was in their knees beside the Egyptian; instinctively her ebony toned arm shoots up to defend her face only to find no attack incoming.

Instead she felt their weight press against her abdomen as her right leg was hooked up by their arm. Her breath hitches in her throat as she felt their leg slide down her own to hook up her free leg. Their thigh locking up her own made the ebony toned woman’s skin burn with what she could only explain as embarrassment. Her hand was locked down as Katsumi seemed to lock eyes with her. Eshe mistook this sneering look as a competitive push.

Before she knew it the referee was already on the mat, beginning her count, her ragged breath sharpens as the first count rings out. ”ONE!” Eshe grits her teeth, focusing up on breaking free, she crunches her body as much as she can in her current position. ”TWO!”. The crowd is definitely in an uproar, some condemning Katsumi, some egging her on, but there was those voices coming through urging her on.

”THR-!” Just as the third count out of the five was coming, Eshe practically explodes. Her legs kick outward as her back arches with all her might in her bid to break the pin. She’d even go so far as to shoot up her free hand against their shoulder to push them away. If her sudden burst caught her rival off guard, she’d use that oppurtunity to recover and put some distance between them.

She was already off to a bad start but her own pride and the excitement of a challenge surged, lighting a fire in her chest.

[CyanDimitrik]

As Katsumi lies there across Eshe's belly, her own pressing into the considerably more richly tanned skin of her rival, she can appreciate that the girl is terribly beautiful. Long, luxurious hair, big pretty eyes, exotic skin, a tight body. Even her personality seems fun. Fun to pick on! Easy to use to get the crowd riled up! And maybe Eshe's a little too sweet for her own good. It's kind of endearing, she supposes, as she watches the girl's face.

The two count lands. Katsumi's arm squeezes the captive leg, her fingers pressing into the thigh. The other leg shifts, bringing her inner-thigh to lightly brush against Eshe's as the pin is subtly reasserted. Her other hand squeezes the elbow, and her back arches, ensuring no space between them; toned belly to toned belly. She hoods her gaze at the Egyptian bunny-esque girl beneath her, the look confidently teasing.

Alright, so Eshe is very pretty. And that look she's giving her is an enticing kind of fiery. For as much as she's inwardly enjoying asserting dominance over her in as bodily a way as she can imagine, she wants to continue roughing her up. She wants to continue hearing her cry out. She wants to extinguish that defiance until it becomes either pure submission or quiet, defeated acceptance. That's the real thrill of professional wrestling for her. The moment where she lies over the other woman, conquering her.

The referee starts to declare the third count, and in an instant, Katsumi feels Eshe's core tighten against her. It's the most immediate telltale sign for a grappling session that the other person is about to use explosive force. And though Katsumi tries to redouble her hold on her, Eshe is still too fresh. Still too spunky. The legs kick out and her back arches in counter to Katsumi's weight, stomach pushing her off of her to shift back onto her knees.

Katsumi rests there a moment, smirking at her.

"Could'a just laid there and took it," she chides as she picks herself up. "Now I gotta beat'cha up. Don't worry, though! I promise I'll enjoy it."

She shoots her a wink. The tease.

And then the Punk Princess is closing in, seeking to grab onto Eshe's left arm with one hand and a fistful of her brilliant purple hair in the other, seeking to haul her to her feet.

[ScoutLils]

The Egyptian had to give it to Katsumi, she definitely was giving her a hard time, having been completely overwhelmed in their first moments of contact. She grimaced as Kat reaffirmed her pin, their fingers digging into their thigh as thier back arches. Their toned belly pressed against her own abdomen, the punk wrestler seemed a bit antsy from what Eshe could observe but maybe she was overthinking things, despite the stings of pain and the light bruising, the bunny warrior still had fuel left in the tank. Still though, she couldn’t figure out their aim, was it bullying or just intense wrestling teasing?

Eshe was conflicted on what the right answer could be for her but she supposed that could wait. Just as the count was reaching three, the Egyptian tightened up her core, her free ket drawing inwards until she snapped forward, lifting up her shoulder as she explodes with energy to stop the count. Katsumi shifts backward to rest on her knees, whilst the violet turns to her side, pushing her right elbow underneath herself to prop up her body from the canvas.

Katsumi was already teasing Eshe once again, claiming to be happy to be able to continue to beat her up. Her cheeks puff at the notion of her claim, even if it was a joke, the violet wasn’t going to just take that one sitting, er laying down. With her propped arm hiw shifting to press her palm to the mat, she felt Katsumi’s tendrils grabbing at her arm and hair. She grimaced feeling their fingers run through her hair to pull her up but she willingly followed. The sudden shift had Eshe standing on her knees, and the Violet was going to take full advantage even from her low vantage point.

Her free arm would shoot up, hooking the Punk Princess’ neck as she’d attempt to bring it down, her left arm surging forward as it would make a bid to catch then hook their thigh. ”Sorry, but it’s your turn!” she exclaims, the fire lit in her core began to burn bright. If the Egyptian had managed to snag the Punkette, Eshe would use her position and Katsumi’s own weight to to pull her over her shoulder. With a grunt of exertion, Eshe goes for it, hoping to squash her rival in a kneeling fireman carry, hoping to plant them right in her back for a reprieve.

Granted Kat was down, Eshe would take a moment to catch her breath, her body still stinging from the Punk’s earlier assault. She’d shift forward, taking their arm before she pulled it betwixt her legs, Eshe would drop back to the mat, attempting to lock in an arm bar to press her own advantage. A small part of her wanted some payback for her earlier attempt to put her away but! This was all in the spirit of competition of course~.

[ScoutLils]

The Egyptian had to give it to Katsumi, she definitely was giving her a hard time, having been completely overwhelmed in their first moments of contact. She grimaced as Kat reaffirmed her pin, their fingers digging into their thigh as thier back arches. Their toned belly pressed against her own abdomen, the punk wrestler seemed a bit antsy from what Eshe could observe but maybe she was overthinking things, despite the stings of pain and the light bruising, the bunny warrior still had fuel left in the tank. Still though, she couldn’t figure out their aim, was it bullying or just intense wrestling teasing?

Eshe was conflicted on what the right answer could be for her but she supposed that could wait. Just as the count was reaching three, the Egyptian tightened up her core, her free ket drawing inwards until she snapped forward, lifting up her shoulder as she explodes with energy to stop the count. Katsumi shifts backward to rest on her knees, whilst the violet turns to her side, pushing her right elbow underneath herself to prop up her body from the canvas.

Katsumi was already teasing Eshe once again, claiming to be happy to be able to continue to beat her up. Her cheeks puff at the notion of her claim, even if it was a joke, the violet wasn’t going to just take that one sitting, er laying down. With her propped arm hiw shifting to press her palm to the mat, she felt Katsumi’s tendrils grabbing at her arm and hair. She grimaced feeling their fingers run through her hair to pull her up but she willingly followed. The sudden shift had Eshe standing on her knees, and the Violet was going to take full advantage even from her low vantage point.

Her free arm would shoot up, hooking the Punk Princess’ neck as she’d attempt to bring it down, her left arm surging forward as it would make a bid to catch then hook their thigh. ”Sorry Kat, but it’s your turn!” if the Egyptian had managed to snag the Punkette, Eshe would use her position and Katsumi’s own weight to to pull her over her shoulder. With a grunt of exertion, Eshe goes for it, hoping to squash her rival in a kneeling fireman carry, hoping to plant them right in her back for a reprieve.

Granted Kat was down, Eshe would take a moment to catch her breath, her body still stinging from the Punk’s earlier assault. She’d shift forward, taking their arm before she pulled it betwixt her legs, Eshe would drop back to the mat, attempting to lock in an arm bar to press her own advantage. A small part of her wanted some payback for her earlier attempt to put her away but! This was all in the spirit of competition of course~.