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.

[CyanDimitrik]

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.