Nefretiri vs Courtney- ironman 10ms of pain

[Blade ocs]

Great news for Courtney. Dge goes down to the MSTT. She goes with her legs to wrap around Nef's body. She starts to squeeze her body in a body scissor submission hold.

If successful, she would squeeze her stomach and squeeze it good. She needs to keep her drained and weak so she can win the match.

"How does it feel getting best up by a convict?" Courtney asks her.

She goes and puts more pain into the submission to try and weaken Nefretiri.

[CyanDimitrik]

Nefretiri isn't so beaten up that she's going to simply remain on her back after the elbowdrop. No, sir. It was a high angle affair, which added more than a little oomph to the impact, true enough. But the sorceress is tough - durable. She's only just beginning. And with Courtney not immediately following or trying to manipulate her, she has enough wherewithal to start to lift again, starting with a situp.

A low growl escapes her, the internal fire burning brighter.

But before she can get any further than simple that, a pair of legs scissor around her midsection, emphasizing Courtney's thigh pressing into her stomach. "Nngh!" The Egyptian's stomach is one of her most defined features, the abdominal muscles a veritable wall of dense tone. It's flexed, the definition tight against the pressure of Courtney's inner-thigh, but the squeeze can't be denied. Nefretiri's teeth clench, her eyes squinting as she endures the hold.

"Feels.. like.. mediocrity!," she retorts through the strain.

Her hands slap down firmly onto the girl's outer-thigh, and her hips twist, slowly trying to work her way over onto her knees to manually unwind the hold around her.

[Blade ocs]

She told her good. Good. She squeezes her some more. However, it seems that she is more flexible than she thought.



However, a problem is starting. She started to wiggle herself out of her legs. It is actually working as well. She decided to let her go and kick Nef in the back.



She backs up away from her. She quats for her to get up, and then she runs at her, trying to give her a big boot attack to her stomach for damage.

[CyanDimitrik]

Through gritted teeth, Nefretiri focuses through the strain of a pair of legs clamping around her. The pressure seems mostly focused on her stomach - which means it's a good thing that so much training has gone into developing her core and abdominal region. "Ghh..!" The soft growl escapes her lips, and she puts her own efforts into rotating the position over...

Meanwhile just on the edge of the ring, the muscular dark-skinned man slams his right fist upon the ring's edge. No words - just a firm, irritated slam of his fist upon the stage, hard enough to issue a small tremor along the mat.

But it seems Nefretiri's work is going to bear fruit. The legs unwind before she can fully capitalize on reversing the position into something more advantageous, Courtney seeming to decide to cut her losses. Except there's a quick, light kick just to add a little insult to the moment.

"Nh.." The purple eyes narrow into dangerous slits, and she gathers her knees beneath herself to get up to her full height again. Only as soon as she's standing, a foot slams into her stomach. The sorceress is briefly popped off the mat by a couple inches, ending doubled over, the breath knocked out of her.