Raya Ashberry vs Nefretiri, The Great Shadow

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Despite her best attempts to shrug off that early exchange, being outmuscled so easily had left Raya feeling less than confident, and so in her mind she somehow felt as if she wouldn't be able to connect with her clothesline attempt, yet almost shockingly her arm connected with her opponent's chest, knocking her straight to the mat to Raya's slight surprise, although she wasted no time gloating as a result.

"What was that you were saying about knowing my place under you, idiot?" She said smugly before then deciding to press her advantage further and quickly rushing to the ropes, bouncing off them and using the momentum to leap onto Nefretiri with her leg extended, aiming to land a leg drop right on her opponent's chest!

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Nefretiri hadn't quite expected the burst of speed and force. Though, to be fair, she could expect force from a body like that. Just less so with the speed. But when the two came together, the result couldn't be denied. Nefretiri lie on the mat, briefly stunned from the hit. But she wouldn't be down long.

The eyes open again to glower at Raya with the tail-end of her remark, mentally checking that off against her. Something she'll be paying her back for quickly. But Raya has already left, hit the ropes, and is making her return. She catches the sorceress just as she was starting to raise, the muscled leg dropping squarely across the Egyptian's chest.

Nefretiri is borne back down to the mat with a wheezed huff, the air knocked out of her briefly by the impact. Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth open in gasp, her arms falling to either side and her legs landing spreadeagle upon the mat.

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Somehow, Raya is winning this fight. Not only that, she's doing it comfortably, other than that early first exchange. It's clear that this woman's power is superior to hers, she has to admit inwardly, but other than that she's nothing special, and so this realization relaxes Raya slightly. And then, with a smirk, she gets off of Nefretiri, stands back up and walks to the opposite corner, then starts taunting the woman.

"This is starting to bore me, do you ever fight back, or are you just made to talk trash and get beat up?" She'd say, hoping that the following words would goad Nefretiri into getting up, and as soon as she did, Raya would again be on her, she'd rush at Nefretiri and aim to land a knee right in her opponents stomach to try and get her down again.

[CyanDimitrik]

It worked, kind of.

It worked, in that the words would goad the Egyptian into movement.

Nefretiri took a couple hard breaths while lying on the mat, her chest rising and falling noticeably against the tight compression of her top. She twists over onto her hip at first, one hand planting to the mat. Her head lifts, casting a sharp look to Raya across the ring.

Knees press into the mat next, and Nefretiri lifts to her full height - at first facing away from her. Then, she spins around to face the charging Raya...

...and she suddenly steps into it. Raya's knee raises, and Nefretiri has stepped past it, hooking one arm beneath the thigh while the other arm loops Raya's waist in a capture! Using Raya's momentum, the Egyptian hoists her mightily into the air, spins with her, and throws herself forward sjth the Canadian's body plunging ahead of her in a spinning spine buster!

If all goes as she deigns, Raya will find her back planted hard to the mat with crushing force, the sorceress on her knees over her!

"I should stop taking it easy on you, then..!"

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The moment Nefretiri got up, Raya rushed towards her, aiming to put the match to bed and out of reach of her opponent, but unfortunately it seemed the other woman hadnt been quite as fazed as Raya had expected her to be, and so managed to easily counter her by lifting her into the air, spinning her, and then slamming her right onto the mat.

"Aggggh!" Raya let out a sharp cry, the pain immediatly struck her back as a result of the ferocity with which she was hit, clearly having succeeded in pissing off her opponent with her previous taunting words. She'd lay there in pain with one arm clutching her back as Nefretiri spoke and said she would stop taking it easy on her. She wanted to retort and keep antagonizing the woman, but was too busy trying to shrug off the hit she had just taken.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Hmh," scoffs the sorceress, watching Raya writhe on her back. This is as it should be; even if Raya had managed to score some points with her before by calling her pretty, she wouldn't tolerate insults on top of it. Much less insults when she was taken off-guard!

Nefretiri lifts to her full height again and stalks over to Raya's side, her exotic gaze hooded as she looks down at her. "Does it hurt? Does it feel-," she pauses to raise her left leg, then plunge it down to stomp her heel into her midsection, "-humbling!?" The foot withdraws again, and she resumes circling her. "A momentary lead is all it was. And you allowed it to make you bold. Far.. far too bold."

Upon reaching her opposite side, Nefretiri suddenly kicks her legs out from under herself, throwing her body sideways, Her right elbow juts forth, aimed to collide heavily across Raya's upper chest in a classic elbowdrop. And after the impact, she continues to lie sideways across her, one arm draped over her body, the other hand reaching to the top of her head to grip a fistful of bright hair, forcing her head to lift to look at her.

"Especially when you look better beneath me."

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"Oof!" Raya grunted as her opponent stomped on her stomach and started talking shit to her. "L-look who's talking...you get one hit in and you start acting like you've already won...agghhh!"

Her words were interrupted by Nefretiri elbow dropping her, with the blow knocking the wind right out of Raya's chest as she was forced to lay there in pain while the other woman grabbed her head and continued to taunt her.

"Sh-shut up..." Raya managed to let out those frustrated words in between huffs, clearly bothered by her opponents words, and to make matters worse she couldn't even do anything about it.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I don't think I will."

Despite it, Nefretiri releases Raya's hair. She instead slides in a little closer and wraps one arm around her neck, the other taking her wrist to raise her arm and fold it back. She tucks the wrist back into a keyhole with her arms, forcing Raya's head forward from the forearm pushing against the back of her skull. But the neck compression is the lesser issue, as the arm is pulled further and further into an arch behind Raya's own shoulders, cinching in the anaconda vice submission hold.

But the Egyptian isn't satisfied with just applying the hold. With a kick of her feet against the mat, she repositions her body smoothly to lie directly atop Raya for the hold. It's distinctly intimate, the placement of her arms mimicking wrapping around her neck in an embrace; all while wrenching on her. Her hips press firmly against Raya's, her legs sliding apart to settle her inner-thighs along Raya's outer-thighs for better balance. Her own trim stomach rests flush along Raya's, bare skin to bare skin, every flex of her abdominals easily felt against the Canadian's own abs. Her chest presses defiantly into the other girl's, mashing herself hard against her.

As the hold sinks in, it will lift Raya's head a little further, until the two are lying neck-to-neck. Raya's face meeting the silky tresses of Nefretiri's long black hair, and Nefretiri's face nestled into Raya's mane. And with Raya's shoulder forced up off the mat for the hold, it doesn't count as a pin - but the referee lingers near anyway!

"Is this more like what you wanted?," she purrs to her. Another flex of her body against Raya's to send a fresh jolt of pain into her. "Is this how you prefer it? Lying on your back beneath me?"