Nefretiri vs Courtney- ironman 10ms of pain

[Blade ocs]

Courtney getting up was slow. She did get up there. And cleared up. She rests on the turnbuckle. She is taking in deep breaths.



The referee singled them out to go at it again. Courtney's breathing was heavy. She didn't move at all. She is tired, and she is trying to rest.



She will have to do something when she gets close; she is trying to heal up to get ready for Nef. She rests her arms on the ropes. Taking a breather.

[CyanDimitrik]

Well, well, well. It looks like Courtney is either too hurt to go right back into the match, or she's playing it cautious now. No matter - both work for Nefretiri. Whether she's broken her body enough to be too hurt to act quickly, or she's put a healthy level of fear of a direct confrontation, both of those are just fine.

The Egyptian arches herself as she extracts from the corner, and graceful, poised steps lead her towards Courtney's. Head held high, shoulders back, every movement poetry in motion with sleek muscles rippling with every advancing step. The initial pace is a deceptive one, but the tension in her muscles should've been a sign tk the audience - that sashay wasn't her true approach.

When halfway to her target, Nefretiri bursts with alacrity. With two pumping gaits, the Egyptian has cleared the remaining distance and closed in behind her back. Both hands seize for her shoulders to yank her back from the turnbuckle, only to t n row her forward again if she can, aiming to collide her face with the turnbuckle pad in a brutal impact.

[Blade ocs]

Courtney saw her striding towards Courtney. This is by far the worse match she has ever been in. At least with Kairi she was nice and such. This just sucks.



At least she's just walling, giving her more time to recover. He takes a deep breath, then hears and then sees Nef coming at her. Oh shoot, Courtney, though. She has to do something.



She goes to raise her foot to kick her, but at the same time that Nefretri pulls her, her kick turns into a step. She went and slammed into the turnbuckle.

[CyanDimitrik]

The turnbuckle rattles with the impact, but Nefretiri didn't miss the fact that Courtney was going for a counter at first. So after ramming her into it, she leans in to hook her arms beneath her thighs to hoist her up onto the top turnbuckle pad to sit.

"Did you really think you could stop me?," she asks afterwards, looking up at her. "That you even stand a chance?"

Her left hand setting over her knee, the right fist swings up in an arc in an attempt to bury into Courtney's stomach once, twice! Just to keep her reeling and defenseless! All the better to keep her momentum uninterrupted as she steps up onto the middle rope, climbing the corner with her.

"You are mine for however long we have left in this ring," she mutters to her. Reaching down, she pulls Courtney up to stand with her perched at the top rope, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist. If successful, the two will stand poised, bodily locked together, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, breasts pressed to breasts as she readies a top rope belly-to-belly suplex.

"Don't worry. The people will be entertained..."