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.

[Blade ocs]

Shw thinks now would be a good time to use a Finsher. it's normally not a good idea. However, she thinks it might be helpful this time around. However she needs to knock her down. She runs at her gives her a clothlinw from hell to try to knock her down.

If that work. She goes to the nearest turnbuckle near Nef. Ahe climaxes it all the way to the top. She then turns and looks at Nef on the ground. She goes to jump up and to her finishers, LAVAL PLUMP!




If this works out. If it lands she will go for the lin attempt.

[CyanDimitrik]

Knocked temporarily breathless, Nefretiri regains her composure just in time to straighten her posture and receive a clothesline. Were she less off her footing and more grounded, this may have gone differently. But just gaining her bearings, it's enough to knock the sorceress back down to the mat again.

The up-and-down motions, the opponent herself, the insolence, the fact that this is her debut and this nobody is somehow achieving the upper-hand, all of it stokes that outraged flame to burn brighter. An unsubtle growl escapes her, mentally preparing herself to throw the girl off of her the moment she drops onto her to pin.

But it doesn't come.

It doesn't come?

Why--

Her head tilts, scanning the ring. Her gaze quickly lands on Courtney, perching at the top rope.

That.. arrogant.. worm..!

To think she could hit something so massive this early in the match! To think that she's down and out, because what? A few hits!? The flame burns brighter. Her expression darkens. Anger fries her nerves, causing her hands to ball into tight fists. She's going to let her make her leap, thinking she as this entirely in-hand. Oh yes. Cast her body to the winds of fate. And then...

...then...

Courtney springs from her position, spiraling through the air. The audience is certainly impressed, some thinking the inmate has actually just put away the newcomer flat-out with relentless attacks. But at the last second, a pair of knees lift. And like twin spikes, they're waiting for Courtney's back or stomach upon landing.

[Blade ocs]

Courtney was sure she was going to nail her opponent. However, in the nick of time. Her opponents lifted her knees up, which made Courtney's stomach impact her knees.



She grunted and rolled over in pain. Dang it, she was told to end this quickly. Wait, it's been over 1 minute already. What the heck? She thought it had only been 30 seconds.



She just wanted to score a point. Now she can't. She trys to get up from the fall and to get back on her feet before Nef trys to do anything to her.



She needs to be careful because her godly opponent is probably pretty pissed off right now.

[CyanDimitrik]

She was right to have that concern. Nefretiri is a veritable volcano of outrage at this point. It's inconceivable that this chick, this scrap of a woman, has kept her on the backfoot. And upon feeling her midsection collide with her knees, that was the signal to go in hard.

With a soft grunt of exertion, she rolls forward from her curled position to smoothly transition back up to her feet. One hand brushes over her collar where she'd been clotheslined, but she's already stalking in Courtney's direction as she's getting to her feet. She reaches down suddenly to try to capture her arms in a standing double underhook, to keep her body hunched forward before her with the arms restrained, ideally leaving her body defenseless.

From there, she'll begin thrusting knee-strikes upwards, hoping to blast them repeatedly into the girl's already-gouged midsection. Each blow hammers harder than the last, a procession of pummeling pain designed to wear down against the stomach that had already taken a hard landing.

[Blade ocs]

She didn't know what she was going to do. All she knows is that she had her arms hooked. Was she going to slam her down? Make her clash with the mat? She didn't think she would do what she did next.

She went to go strike her stomach with her knee. Se and knee made her cough. The one who strikes her surfer and harder. Eventually she would start to grunt in pain.

She is doing this on purpose. She doesn't think it was necessary to do this. She probably got mad at her beating her up at the start. She really wants to hurt her, doesn't she?

[CyanDimitrik]

All question and doubt would be quickly cleared up as the knees continued to pummel Courtney's midsection.

"You-" WHAM. "-insolent-" WHAM. "-worm!" WHAM.

She unhooks one of the arms to pivot with her, attempting to forcefully sling her into the nearest corner. It's less of an Irish whip, more of a brutish use of force. One she promptly follows up with by chasing her into the corner and reaching for her arms to sling over the top ropes at either side. Courtney may have started to figure this out already - and, indeed, the fact that Nefretiri is deliberately positioning her arms to keep her body open would suggest it - but the Egyptian means to completely pulverize her midsection.

A low hook punch swings in, driving towards the center of her stomach.

"You, speak down to me!?," she growls. "I have you for ten minutes. I plan to make it ten minutes you will never forget."