Beep, Boop. Beep, Boop. Virus Detected! Eshe Abdallah vs. Spectre

[ScoutLils]

The Egyptian didn’t like this at all, not one bit, it reminded her of her cousin; just as mean, and just as hurtful as them. Back then, her father would always come to her rescue nail she was able to do it herself but there was no one that could stop Spectre, no one but her. However, Eshe didn’t have an opening, forced to follow along like a puppy on a leash she had no idea what was coming next with her vision obscured from her hair and the hold pressing her face against their abdomen.

With a sharp twist, Eshe’s destination was finally revealed, her body was practically thrown into the steel steps. ”GAUGH!” She exclaims as she slowly slips down the stairs face, the Violet felt a stinging burning pain on her side, grimacing as she was now on the back foot while Speck was still on the up and up. Eshe’s gaze would slowly trickle upward, the Virus treating this as nothing more than some childish game, like she was taunting her all the while trying to demean her. She wasn’t going to going to get upset or even explode with anger, her mother taught her better than to do that but she couldn’t just turn the other cheek either.

Just as she slipped a boot under her rump to try and push herself upward using the stairs flat face to rise, Soeck made a rather cute comment of what she thought was cute. She could agree with that, she liked being soft, it’s why she worked so hard to maintain her figure, maybe Speck was only playing but did it have to be so extra?

She could see her adversary was distracted and wasted her opportunity. Her tanned leg drew back towards her core before she fired it upward to slam into that awaiting pale thigh of theirs. Granted Eshe found her mark, she’d use the steps to push, aiming to send them down to the ground while she recovered, she was going to need a good few seconds to find her bearings after all that.

[Monsy]

Despite her expression’s flare, this match was topping her month so far. Combat-wise, Eshe followed her designs and models perfectly. Easily dispatchable, controllable and rather cute on the downturn. She resembled a scared rabbit. The core variable of a delicious chase. Oh the options. Two were at the forefront for victory: stretching out those legs or yanking that hair till submission.

But as she salivated over both images, in came option C: getting donkey kicked!

“Ggh!” Spectre’s hips were driven back with rippling vibrations in her whole upper leg. A small WHAP gave the connection a nice echo against pale flesh. She spun a half-rotation, then crashed onto a knee, perhaps face-planting if she didn’t grab the barricade. The raw throbbing squeeze kept her grounded for those good few seconds. A wince over her left eye carved a high-strung that pulled her up. She nursed the new faint-red spot, then huffed out a rebuttal…

Breathing did her good. A good few long draws while pulling herself up with the barricade satiated the worse of it. Then a disgusting, sweaty, infectious, ill-proportioned and decrepit hand shoved her head. She didn’t see it. Her attention snapped to the monstrous crowd, backing up and gingerly touching her hair in revulsion while her nose tugged up. She spat a missile at some guy, then turned head towards the timekeeper’s table. She gave said keeper a flying big boot from his respective seat, tipping him and his chair back to sleep-land. His torso became a stepping stone onto the chair, then the table. With a parading trample, all the papers, electronics and charts went shooting or twirling off.

Spectre bent over, swiped the mic in one hand and the ring bell in the other. She faced the crowd, pointing at the rows in front on a slow swivel.

“Whoever touched my head, I’ll have you know, that your days are positively NUMBERED! You come here, and disgrace yourself, thinking I won’t find you. WELL I WILL! Whether it’s now or six months from now at a local market, I will F I N D you.”

[ScoutLils]

Her boot landed into that squishy thigh of the masked villainess as they did a half spin towards the barricade; grabbing onto said barricade to retain their balance and keeping her from smacking into the floor. Eshe would shift her right leg to push her back towards the stairs straighten her out as she finally managed to earn a breather. Covering her stomach, the violet rabbit rolled in her hip until her knee shifted underneath her frame. Her free hand rests against the second step of the steel stairs as she slowly ascends, gathering her bearings

When her gaze shifted to meet Speck, she only saw her head suddenly shoved, the perpetrator nowhere to be seen as Eshe began to softly panic. Was that from someone in the crowd? Was someone looking to interfere in their match? She wasn’t sure what it could be, but the threat suddenly had her on guard.

Despite the shove, the Virus villainess seemed unharmed except maybe a blow to their pride. Eshe was prepared to climb into the ring for her challenge until in Speck’s anger, she spat on one of the audience members then sharply turned to attack the time keeper with a flying boot. The whole seven let Eshe speechless, her jaw literally dropping as she began to slowly realize how much of a villainess Soeck truly was. Her mind began to trickle back to her own childhood, the neighborhood kids playing together, deciding who would get to play the invincible hero, who would be the damsel, and of course the detestable villain to be defeated. She couldn’t explain it, but she could feel those memories flooding her desire for justice. She puffed out her cheeks as her body recovered, vaulting over the steps to confront her newfound “villainess”.

The thrill of a new game, and a chance to act, this was going to be an interesting night, it seemed to click for Eshe she had a part to play, and gosh darn it if she wasn’t going to give it her all!

With Mic and the starting bell in hand, Eshe closes the distance as Speck issues her threat. The violet bunny could understand her irritation, if only a little with some unknown assailant about, plotting who knows what, but! The villainess was distracted and in a match, losing your focus, if even for a moment, could lead to one’s downfall. If Spectre had bo clue Eshe had snuck up behind her, her caramel toned arms would snap around their pale abdomen, her fingers interlocking together as she’d attempt to squeeze. ”Gotcha!” She exclaims. ”You took your eyes off me!”