Raya Ashberry vs Nefretiri, The Great Shadow

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By the time Raya has been slammed back down onto the mat, her spirit is completely broken. Her hair is grabbed and her head is lifted as she looks up at her domineering opponent who is kneeling down beside here, asking for her to admit that she's better. Raya's strength isnt completely gone, she can still fight back if she really wanted to, but her will to fight has been crushed and she can barely get herself to look at Nefretiri who has done nothing but showcase who the better woman is.

"Y-yes...I admit it..." Raya whimpers, her voice cracking slightly, wanting to just get this over with and saying whatever she thinks Nefretiri wants her to say. "You're my better, you're better than me in every way! You're fitter and stronger than me, and you've proved you're the better wrestler!"

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At last, Raya earns a smile. Pleased. Patient. Wicked.

"That's right," she says, her voice taking on a purr-like quality. "I am your better." Her free hand reaches low to brush her fingers lightly across Raya's cheek, as if doting and affectionate.

The referee quickly looks between Raya and Nefretiri; suddenly the hair-pulling doesn't matter as much! "W-wait! Was that a submission!? Are you tapping out!? She's--"

"Quiet."

The command comes with a tone as sharp as the look the sorceress casts to the official.

"She did not tap out. She only recognized greatness. You will not cheapen this moment with an early call."

This leaves the referee sputtering. Wrestlers aren't supposed to be telling her what to do! She's the official here, not this newcomer! She should call it right here and put a stop to this insanity! ..But that look from her. If she does that, is she going to turn on her? Is she going to even care if it disqualifies her? She seems so... evil in this moment...!

In the end, the referee-girl is left only to stare and gawp.

Nefretiri's focus slides back to Raya, her expression softening back to that pleased smile. "Do you want it to end here and now?," she asks. "Shall I press you to your back and lie upon you? Or would you like to be... honored... with a warrior's finality?"

As she speaks, the hand at her cheek has shifted behind her head to keep it cradled. The other hand releases her hair in favor of relaxing lower, gliding her palm appreciatively along the other woman's chiseled midsection. Each ridge and line of her abdominal muscles is given attention, palm coursing along the sweat-glazed skin slowly. Of course, the audience is roaring at the visual mixture of dominance and sensuality, more understated than what the LAW crowd is used to, potent.

"Here..."

Nefretiri shifts herself onto both knees and leans in close, deliberately bringing her lips to Raya's ear and vice versa.

"Whisper it to me..." Her voice soft and quiet, her breath hot against her skin.

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Raya's eyes widen as her opponent's hand brushes her cheek, she doesn't resist or right back, letting Nefretiri do whatever she pleases with her. She stays quiet during the referee's intervention, lowering her head in shame, only for her opponent to grab the back of her head and asking her how she wants to be defeated while gliding her palm across Raya's stomach as if she was Nefretiri's property.

Raya, in response, can do nothing but obey, she leans in to her opponent's ear and whispers her reply.

"I-I want...to be honored with a warrior's finality...please..." She whispers before bowing her head in reverence to Nefretiri.

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With the cameras focused tight on their intimate exchange, Nefretiri waits patiently for the answer. And when that answer is given, the Egyptian gives a small, approving nod. "Good choice... good choice..."

The fingertips finish grazing along her midsection as her hand drifts around her waist, pulling both there and behind her neck to draw her up to her feet. Despite Raya's taller height, Nefretiri seems to not give it a second thought as she looks at her. She ensures Raya's arms are at her sides, fully confident that the woman is done for. That her spirit is broken and her body is hers. Enough so that once satisfied, she takes a slow stroll around Raya, one arm raised to herald the audience from every angle.

There is no question in the audience's mind that this is the end. What comes next is a formality. A ritual, if anything. And when she stops in front of Raya again, she reaches forward and aside. Arms wrap around her waist, albeit inverted. There's a moment's pause as she gives Raya a chance to lock her arms around her in return. And whether or not she completes that loop, the Egyptian flexes to hoist Raya off her feet and smoothly whirl her upside-down and gripped firmly to herself.

Chest to midsections, Raya's face held against Nefretiri's lap, arms snug around her waist in the classic and dreaded tombstone piledriver position.

"Are you ready?," she calls down to the woman kept in her clutches. The ring is surrounded with the rhythmic, thunderous stomping of the audience in anticipation.

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As Raya is pulled up, she stands completely still while her opponent strolls around her slowly, ensuring that everyone knows that she has submitted completely. Then, she feels Nefretiri' arms wrap around her waist, and Raya does the same in return as she is then hoisted off her feet and whirled upside dowm. She cant even bring herself to respond to Nefretiri's question, only nodding weakly while waiting for the result.

[CyanDimitrik]

The nod is oddly satisfying. It feels more intimate, more personal than trying to be heard from that awkward angle. And of course, Nefretiri can't see her head from this position with her - but she can absolutely feel it. She can feel Raya's face brushing against the thin material of her trunks covering her hips quite easily. It's another level of satisfaction, not having to struggle to corral the other woman under her control, but rather feeling her arms wrapped mutually around her, each holding tight to the other's waist, each pressing their body eagerly, willingly into the other's, and then feeling that submissive nod against her between the legs.

Nefretiri isn't in a rush to end the moment. She's savoring it, letting the audience soak it in - but more importantly, soaking it in, herself. The warmth of Raya's body, the feel of her skin against her, her face against her hips, her weight supported in her arms, both knowing the end is coming soon. Her arms slide a little further around Raya's waist, squeezing her midsection more tightly to herself for a few seconds. Then...

...the dreaded hop.

The pair pop into the air, and Nefretiri tucks her knees to aim the top of Raya's head for the mat. They come down with their combined bodyweights crashing atop the Canadian's dome, and Nefretiri instantly releases her to allow her to drop to the mat. Her head tilts to admire the woman splayed out before her, taking in her in her veritable battle-bikini, keeping Raya's head nestled against the base of her hips.

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Raya is left waiting,dreading the moment Nefretiri finally launches her move, and the moment it happens, she feels herself being slammed down as she crashes into the mat headfirst, laying her out in a complete daze.

"Ungh..." Raya's small murmuring groans are the only thing she can let out while laying there, having been completely dismantled. She can barely even make out her surroundings, her only role left is to remain there at the mercy of Nefretiri.

[CyanDimitrik]

Mercy is finished. Raya has been given what she 'wanted' - a warrior's end. The commentators are raving at the demonstration, the perfect execution of Nefretiri's finisher, the Eternal Darkness. And the Egyptian is pleased with Raya's helpless state in its wake. The only thing left to do now is officially pin her.

But she would make it a pin to remember.

Nefretiri shifts forward onto all fours over Raya's prone form. Her body arches low, bringing her chest to meet Raya's before crawling forward, letting her body rolling inwards against the Canadian's with each crawling step - sensual and slink, vaguely feline in manner. Her chest slides along past the curvature of Raya's bust, down to her midsection and along her abs before finally coming to rest pressed into her hips. Similarly, Nefretiri's hips are pressed in tight against the inviting plush yield of Raya's breasts, her back arched inward to meet belly-over-belly with her. The full run of their abdominal muscles lie against each other, inverted, with Raya's face framed between Nefretiri's thighs.

The Egyptian rests her right forearm over Raya's right leg, her palm resting upon the inner-thigh just beneath the base of her hips. The other arm hooks her left leg into the air, hugging the thigh into her shoulder, while her cheek presses into Raya's inner-thigh.

The whole pin is unavoidably dominant in poise with an unrepentant sensual overtone, leaving no point between their bodies that isn't connected. In no uncertain terms, this pin tells the audience that Nefretiri is claiming Raya's body. It belongs to her now.

The referee drops beside the pair nearer Raya's head to begin slapping the mat.

"ONE!"

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Raya grunts as Nefretiri gets on top of her, their bellies meeting as Raya knows her opponent is intentionally making herself as dominant as possible, and for good reason as seen by how the match unfolded. She feels her leg being hooked as the referee drops near them and starts the count.

"Two!"

By this point, Raya has recovered slightly enough so that a kickout might be possible if she puts in everything she has, but she has no intention to do so, unwilling to anger her opponent who has long since claimed victory, with this pin being a mere formality, and so she lays there and takes it.

"Three!"

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Nefretiri patiently remains languidly spread over Raya's form, waiting for the final count. Whether or not Raya could muster the strength to resist her is far removed from her mind at this point; she's confident in her position over her. She could do with her as she pleases. She knows it. She's sure Raya knows it. And by the time the referee's hand strikes the mat that third time, the entire audience knows it.

The referee waves her arm to signal the bell!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Nefretiri casually drops the leg to let it fall to the mat however it will. She slides her body back over Raya much in the same way she had before, slithering back until she's resting on her knees, framing the Canadian's head with her thighs again. Her head tips back, and her arms are thrown wide, basking in the mixture of her music and the crashing waves of noise from the audience.

Her second appearance at LAW. A dramatic victory. Was it achieved through force or coercion? It isn't too clear - but it doesn't matter. In the end, the referee is attempting to coax Nefretiri up to raise her arm for her. And when the Egyptian complies, she's sure to do so beside Raya's fallen form. One bare foot sets atop Raya's midsection, feeling the abdominals beneath the sole of her foot. Just one final display of dominance over her night's rival.

Winner by Pinfall: Nefretiri