Esdese vs Heather

Match Type: Anything Goes
Win via: Pinfall, Submission, K.O




It was finally time. A Hierarchy will be established within the AFW tonight, and it will be Esdese who will be on the throne. This was going to be her debut match, a match where she will display the difference between a newbie, an a full fledged, perfected torturer this woman was. Her opponent will be most unfortunate if they were far too weak in Esdese's eyes. She pitied no one when it came to mercy, for only the strong move on and the weak are left behind. She had already created her own group of the finest warriors she had laid her eyes on. Once it would be finished, she would have the strongest faction within this federation, and there would be no one able to stop her from creating total order under her control. There were two within her group that apparently knew her opponent, and they did not rate her in terms of strength, but rather in resourcefulness. Esdese was not interested in simple words, she wanted to see this woman in action and see how she would fair against the wicked Esdeath. She had taken little time to prepare for the match, because she knew exactly how to deal with people who deterred from Strength to seek asylum in other attributes that would keep them alive. All Esdese had to know was what this woman's way of fighting was and nothing more. Time was passing by like a car without an engine. She had been in the dressing room for quite a while now and she had plenty of time left to grab something to drink or even some food before her match would start, which was certainly something Esdese hated. She had the patience of a hunter that was examining it's kill, an ice cold feature that could last as long as she wanted it. This was different from an street fight or any other sudden instigation towards violence. This was a planned match, which would not start any sooner like she wanted it.

Frustrated, Esdese decided to check her attire one last time to make sure she was at the very least properly dressed. Her left hand raised from her side, gently taking the tip of her officer's hat between her thumb and index finger and adjust it, gently pushing it from one side to another to let it settle around her scalp and not be removed from her unless she herself would want it, or if some kind of force would be able to blow it away. That left hand then ventured lower towards the side of her neck, gently stroking her thumb over the cloth that surrounded her throat, the scarf that clung firmly around her without the ability to actually choke her. One might think that such a thing could only be used against her, but who would actually dare to come deeper within this woman's range? To go to a point of no return? Most of her upper body was covered within her custom made military uniform. Because her chest was very big for her age, she had difficulty keeping the top two buttons locked up within popping upon from her own moves. She decided to no longer try and allowed her opponent and the crowd a free view of her cleavage, which would be even more deadlier against an opponent like Esdese. She was a woman with little to no embarrassment within fights, because she was raised to be the absolute dominant force within a challenge, to not know the world failure and show the challenger that within a fight, there was only victory for Esdese. She lowered both hands now to grasp the sides of her military skirt, adjusting it to confirm it's tightness around her hips before those hands would venture lower. She lowered herself onto her right knee, allowing her left leg to bend and for Esdese to check the laces of her boot, tightening them before the other boot would follow after changing the position. Esdese straightened herself back up onto both feet and looked into the mirror, checking every detail upon her uniform. Her long, silky blue hair flowed almost elegantly behind her back, portraying a mix of beauty within that aura of pure Dominance the woman carried with her.

Fortunately, the time she had used to perform that check up was enough. A staff member knocked on the door before entering, telling Esdese that they were ready to begin with the great Esdeath being the first to enter the ring. She could care less if she was going to be the first or the last, all that mattered to her was that she had a opponent willing to fight her. She brought that left hand back up to grasp the tip of her hat and lowered it slightly, enough to shield her eyes from a direct, frontal view and would step forward, exiting the dressing room to make her way towards the backstage area, where she would need to get things ready with the other staff members, to get a short introduction going to show herself off. There was nothing filmed within this federation that included her, though she had just the thing ready, something she had filmed during other fights and torturous habits afterwards. She had that all saved up in a small file within her iPod, which she had given to the staff members to use. After clear instructions, she would wait near the entrance of the arena, where she could already hear the sounds of a impatient crowd. Her eyelids settled down, her lips parting to release a small, brief exhale to adjust herself to the current event she was about to unleash. It was fortunate for everyone that she did not have to wait too long, just under a minute before the staff members had everything set up and was given the thumbs up to enter. Terror is Reality Blasted through the arena, bringing the attention towards the center of the stage and that same second Esdese would step out to face the crowd. The big screen turned on and showed what this woman could do, a small taste of what was going to happen to her opponent. She showed total domination in the short clips displayed on the screen, where her opponents in fights were outclassed, dominated with submission holds and whipped into mercy by the dominatrix.

This was off course applauded and adorned with cheers and screams for more, for Esdese to already take over the upcoming match and discipline her opponent in ways those short clips showed off. Esdese made her way down the ramp, her eyes fixated upon the ring where she would challenge her opponent, where she would pick the woman apart and make her a slave to her own desire, her eyes not even registering the cheering fans that wanted to touch her when she was clearly out of their reach. She changed directions, though only to make her way towards the metal stairs and ascend those few steps to get on the side of the ring, parting the top and middle ropes so she could bring her right leg between them and place her first step onto the canvas, her body following through those ropes and her left leg finishing the transition into the ring. She took a moment to gaze around, to see the chairs filled with crowd, which were mostly on their feet to cheer for the newcomer. She knew it was mainly because of how she looked like. She looked like a dominatrix waiting to take in a slave, and perhaps her opponent might just be that slave that they desired to be punished! These were but weakling paying for the strong to set an example of how domination looked like, and Esdese would almost happily oblige to show off for the sake of finding a worthy opponent. She would direct her gaze towards one of the turnbuckles, stepping towards it. She chose the one where she could lean against it and face the stage where her opponent would come from, her arms coming up to neatly cross them underneath her chest, which puffed them out more, two proud, barely concealed orbs that matched her looks so perfectly, a pure, natural dominatrix that simply waited to unleash her strength! Her blue eyes ventured towards the entrance, impatiently waiting to meet the gaze of her opponent and to find out just what she looked like, and what she was going to bring her. A meal or an appetizer.

Heather took a deep breath as she was really taking in her opponent for the night. She was given a monitor to watch the entrance, mostly for the video package t hat was being played. She gulped a little at the display, seeing how dominant the woman was outside of the federation. She even had already gotten command over the crowd just from that and that in itself was quite the feat. She shook her head, feeling a bit of the chills and nerves running through her, but she quickly shook it off as much as she could. She could not keep those thoughts in her head. She had to make an impact tonight. She had to prove all the people wrong who were probably sure that she had absolutely no chance. She was going to put her best effort out against this woman tonight and hold absolutely nothing back.

She fastened the fishnet top over her black bikini top along with the black skirt, purple and black striped stockings, and black boots. She nodded to herself in the mirror, heading out towards the halls. She walked to the curtain area, nodding to one of the crew members as she awaited her cue. Finally--Her theme played over the speakers. She crawled out onto the entrance ramp when the music picked up, bathed in the green laser lights and smoke, crawling down to mid-ramp. She had the purple glow paint on her face and down her arm, it glowing in the blue light of her entrance as she stood up, raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the entrance.

She ran down the rest of the ramp, sliding into the ring, getting onto the middle rope and raising her hand up in the air as the pyro shot down from the ceiling to the ring. She grinned, feeling her confidence flowing in her as she jumped off the ropes, heading to the center, the lights turning back to normal revealing her paint to be transparent in normal light, her music dying down afterwards. She eyed Esdese, looking her over to sort of scan her. She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms as she took it in her head not to underestimate her...though it was quite hard when it felt like she was just brimming with a dominant aura.

"I don't care what you did anywhere else..you're in this ring now and I'm going to show you just what I'm made of." She stretched herself out a little, sending a hard glare at Esdese, nodding to herself as she got herself ready for the match.

Her opponent arrived a little later, allowing Esdese to take a brief moment to scan her approaching enemy, eyes silently wondering over every point of interest, though found barely anything noteworthy for her to be cautious about. She lowered her head, shielding her eyes under that military cap. She was very disappointed at the challenger they have given her, looking exactly how she had pictured her from the description she had gotten from this woman. Her arms remained underneath her chest, quietly awaiting the start of the match, the footsteps of the woman now sounding louder and louder, knowing full well she was approaching. It was about time too, since Esdese did not like waiting any longer. Her victory had already been planned out in her head and this was just a minor setback in the plans of completely dominating and torturing her opponent until she is but an empty shell, a fall from grace that would break her delude of grandeur, her self confidence that she could beat someone like Esdese.

Her head tilted up, those dead serious eyes now targeting the woman when she spoke with such arrogance, finding no reason to listen, and every reason to interrupt her. " Bite your tongue, bug. " Was the first thing she said, that cold tone aligned perfectly with the dominant aura she carried, the crowd almost completely falling silent, as if the command was given to them as well. Her arms would uncurl from their crossed position, letting them fall down by her sides and quietly mind their own business now while their wielder began her vocal suppression towards Heather, the sound of dominance that would later be reflected by the physical and psychological prowess she carried. " You will speak when I tell you too. Dogs do not bark unless their master wishes it. " That serious tone did not cease, only strengthened with the power of oppression she wanted to deliver to this woman, to chip away at the defiance until it would become but a snail that lost it's shell, and Esdese was going to torture it with salt. In her mind, she had already plenty of ideas what she wanted to do to this woman, and even more position in mind to make her some sort of rag doll, a victim of Esdese's destruction.

" I will carve that deep into your memory after I have broken you. " Her glance shifted to the staff members near the bell, giving them the same icy glare. They knew full too well what Esdese wanted and they were going to grant it immediately. Within seconds, the bell sounded out, echoing through the arena for a brief moment and gave Esdese an initiative to strike. The arrogance of Heather needed to be brought down, the hard and painful way, something that the dominatrix quite enjoyed. She lowered her body slightly, pointing forward and with a simple push off her right foot, she would bring herself to a mad dash towards her opponent, closing the distance between them relatively quickly and decided to strike out with a dangerous move, something that might be quite risky for the lesser experienced fighter, but not for Esdese. This woman knew when to strike, how to strike and what will happen after it landed, a calculating mastermind of all devious acts that will be brought in rapid succession, all it needed was the solid chain to link them all together into a combination of pain. She counted her steps carefully yet swift enough to follow their motions, waiting until she was within clear range and pressing her left foot on the canvas, then gave a mighty push from the mat and launched herself off it, curling her right leg to bring it's greatest strength to the center, her knee. Without as much as recoil, she aligned it perfectly, going for the target that is both great in size and in importance. Her mark was the center of Heather's chest, to strike a vital spot relatively early would mean a quick advantage in battle, the leverage to gain more angles to strike her opponent with, to give her a condition that would hold her back from striking and make Esdese's preemptive strike a success, but also a worth while gamble that would bring her the jackbot.

Heather was keeping her full confidence in her look and tone before she heard those words directed at her. It made her heart jump, earning a gulp from Heather as she felt such weight behind just those simple words. This woman was just as imposing as Heather had heard of and she was wondering just what she had gotten herself into. She grit her teeth, trying her best to hold her own, keeping reminding herself over and over that she could do this, that she could show this woman that Heather was more than just a weakling. She wanted to show her the merits of her own style and show that she wasn't going to go down without a fight for a second. She clenched her fists hard, trying her best to keep that glare directed at her and hide how she may be getting intimidated by just her words. "I..That's.." She tried to let out some sort of retort, but her throat felt like it was locking up, Heather cursing her own reaction to this woman before her.

Finally, she said those last words and the bell rang. This match had begun and Heather had to put all her focus on Esdese. She had to watch everything she was doing and somehow mount some kind of offensive towards her. She narrowed her eyes, watching her approach her like that. She got herself into a ready position, trying to think of how to start this thing before Esdese kicked off from where she was, charging at her like that. That knee came at her with ridiculous speed and precision, Heather stunned at that fact before she got her arms up to shield her chest. She was able to block some of the impact at the last second, wincing as she felt like her arms almost cracked from the knee. She used the momentum to knock herself back, stumbling back a little before quickly leaning back on the ropes and using them to propel herself off. She leaped up towards Esdese, trying to use the bounce back to aid her momentum in trying to kick her hard in the chest with her shin.

Physical prowess was something that Esdese had harnessed for a long time now, which allowed her to take such a swift and deadly initiative towards her enemy. She didn't seem dissatisfied with the result of it. Her knees did not reach it mark, but still provided a decent amount of damage to her opponent's arms that blocked the strike. At least the woman had some skill in her to be able to block such a strike, with it's priority dead set on her woman's chest. Even when they had taken the brunt of the hit, it was more than enough to force the woman to travel backwards, while Esdese herself would bring her right leg back down to bring her heel upon the mat. She did not need any time to recover, the perfect stability was easily defined when it came to the skill Esdese carried with her. She withdrew a few steps, one after another made that familiar clicking sound as they came down to the mat, eyes fixated upon every limb that Heather used, keeping a certain distance between them to make sure she was ready for anything that the woman would throw at her, if she was even able to do so. She had gotten the response she expected from the woman before the strike. The hesitation to speak, the intimidation that settled in by her vocal command alone was enough for Esdese to know that she could break this woman once she would get her hands on her, and before this match would end, Esdese would have plenty of time to do so. She needed no difference in stance to get herself ready for Heather, who bounced back from the ropes as a sort of kick start, which was something she could actually compliment if it weren't for the lack of strength that her opponent carried with it.

Speed was only as powerful as the momentum it carried, more importantly there should still be strength within the impact otherwise that speed would just falter like a simple gust of wind, all it would do was slow Esdese down, nothing else. She had expected such a thing from Heather, who she had already judged upon the woman's entrance. Her strength was not in her arms, and with that kind of speed, she could tell that the woman had more things in store with her legs rather than the upper body. She didn't seem to waver when the woman jumped off her feet, confirming to Esdese that this was going to be a familiar move. Was this woman trying to mimic her? She couldn't in that kind of aspect, because the the distance was still close enough where Esdese would take little to no damage, only a short distance backwards if it connected with it's target. Esdese would not allow it and with a quick pivot to the right, she would alter her direction and take a step back and out of range of that strike, allowing Heather to just pass her frame rather that engage it. It was a rather simple yet effective tactic that often worked against these kinds of attacks, which had a risky yet very rewarding result most of the time, but not when their opponent can realize what was going to happen before the set range would take effect. With a patient stance, she would simply wait for the woman to pass her completely, allowing her a much richer flank to strike Heather at and it was going to be relatively easy to come up with a effective way to exploit it.

She stepped back into range, though this time it was the length of her arms that would become her new source of offense, just a single step closer so she was close to pressing up against Heather's back, wasting no time to bring herself to the point where Heather would be able to recover and turn around to face Esdese, but at that aprt the blue haired beauty would lunge right in with her arms, both snaking up over and around Heather's head and throat, needing only seconds to reestablish their positions in battle and this time Esdese would go for something just as simple. She would apply pressure around the woman's throat and head, to lock her opponent in a deadly choke hold to not only deny her air and force it out of her lungs, but also to bring Heather's closer against her, right to the point where her massive chest would be pressure against the woman's back, telling Esdese that she had the woman right where she wanted her, all she needed now was to lock the choke hold in tight and deny her opponent any kind of oxygen despite it being all around them, a rather basic move in the art of wrestling but very effective when someone is able to make use of it at a certain time, which Esdese was going to show when she was trying to apply it on Heather, it was just going to be a relinked chain of commands that she was going to use on Heather, to weaken and break her into nothing.

As Heather came at her with that kick, she was mostly banking on the element of surprise in her coming right back at her from being knocked back. However, it was clear right away that Esdese was smarter than that. She clicked her tongue as her kick went right through the air, hitting absolutely nothing before she landed. Her legs buckled a bit on her landing, but she quickly regained herself, only stumbling forward a bit when she tried to catch herself. "Gh..Damnit.." Heather let out, cursing herself for missing that one. That was sort of the opener that she needed to get out of the way if she was hoping to make a quick first impact in the match, but Esdese was able to avoid it and get right back on the offensive, much to Heather's dismay.

She yelped out as she suddenly felt those arms wrap around her neck and head, eyes widening from the squeeze. She choked out a little, squirming and struggling as those heavy breasts pushed hard against her back at the same time. Her body writhed and flailed as she desperately clawed and pried at Esdese's arms, trying in any way that she could to break out of the hold as quickly as possible, not wanting to let it take its toll so soon. "Gh..kh..L...l-let go!" She yelled out, trying to throw her elbows back, attempting to hit her sides or something with her elbows, t rying to get her to release her.

An attack was only as it's initiator. Heather made a bold move to attack her and not only did Esdese found a simple way to avoid it, she turned things around, going back into her favor when those arms would come around Heather's head, pulling her opponent in against her and making sure her right arm, the strongest limb when it came to her upper limbs, would be constricting around Heather's neck without a single chance of oxygen going down that throat. Desperation would surely sink in once the purple haired fighter would realize that Esdese had a solid grip on her, a vice that could not be removed without any amount of leverage for Heather to use. She gave no attempt, at least not a fruitful one that could actually remove those arms from her neck. She was almost disappointed with the way this woman chose to fight her, pulling on her arm as if it would gain any sort of positive result for her. That mood shifted when the woman did not waste time to change her method of retaliation and began to slam those elbows into her sides. This was a lot more effective since they did bring irritation towards Esdese, who was not that much of a fool to keep this position for any longer. A new way to fend not only those elbows from her sides but also keep Heather quiet was something that Esdese needed to shift this thing back to full control, not wanting Heather to gain even a inch of ground against the power of the blue haired beauty.

Her arms tightened around Heather's neck and head, though only to make sure she would not be able to get away or find out what Esdese was planning. She would lower herself slightly, gaining a better balance and weight upon her legs before she would tilt her body back and rose Heather straight off her feet, only putting more pressure on the woman's neck, choking and hurting her further. It would only last a few more seconds though, Esdese's body tilting back further until Heather would be facing the ceiling, bridging her body back and would seek to collide Heather right into the mat for a powerful, deadly suplex! She removed the hand that was resting upon the top of Heather's head just so it wouldn't cushion the fall of Heather's skull that would ram into the mat nor damage her hand in the process of doing so, which was something rookies would do if they were using this move as a counter or a desperation attempt. She was going to find out what kind of punishment Heather could take this early in the match, to find out how much it would take before Heather would crack like an egg and become a slave to her own desires, which was something Esdese would only be interested in if her opponent was strong enough to gain her interest. Despite those elbows being effective way to prevent Esdese from getting an early victory, they were not enough to bring Esdese to a much more serious level, to a state where she could actually enjoy the match, it was going to either be a very hard match that would bring Heather to her knees, or a match that would end before she would break a sweat, she could only hope that despite this woman's cute looks, she would provide a decent challenge that wouldn't bring Esdeath towards the peek she wanted to reach in battles.

Heather grit her teeth as she kept trying to endure the hold, throwing those elbows back desperately in an attempt to take Esdese off her guard and escape somehow. She whimpered and groaned out, thinking maybe she was about to get some leverage before suddenly she was lifted up into the air. Her eyes widened in shock as she found herself heading through it. She yelled out and the next thing she knew, her back upper body collided with the mat, bending her in quite the painful way. She blinked, grunting out as her vision got spotty for just a second before she regained it. She lie there flat, staring up at the lights and taking a few breaths.

"D-damnit..fast..and tough.." She said to herself, gulping a little as she scratched at the mat. She just remained on her back though. She could start pushing herself up, but she'd rather remain there, regain herself as much as she possibly could, and maybe muster a counter when Esdese approached her in the position she was in, hoping that things would go to her plan and that she could finally gain some sort of solid footing in this matchup.

As quick she was with her suplex, she was quick to ascend back up onto her feet, pivoting to her right so she could face her downed opponent and quietly examined her. She didn't really believe that it would take no less than two moves to down the woman that quickly, unless she was really weak. A dissatisfied look came upon the woman's face, who would straighten her military cap as it had almost fallen off from her move. She shifted that right leg slightly, then pushed forward to make her way back towards the purple haired fighter she had left on the mat. She wasn't quite cautious since she had a good plan to approach the woman, waiting until she was close enough to start another attack. She didn't hate the woman for staying down, though she always disliked opponents that took the easy way out of things, who hoped mercy would be brought to them if they would stay down, acting dead as if there was a bear near them.

Once she was close enough, she would jumped off her feet, deciding to use advantage of the woman laying on her back to gain a position that would only give her permanent leverage over her. Her legs spread, bending them so that her knees would come down upon the woman's arms, not only looking to damage them but also to pin them underneath Esdese's knees while her rear would come down on Heather's chest. It was going to be a pin she would rarely use, but she had something else in mind to break this woman's spirit, if it was even needed at this point.

Heather knew the position she was taking right now was probably making her look bad--however it was something she had to endure for the moment. She had to take the time to catch a breather if she was going to have any chance to get back into this match. A deep breath came from her mouth as she felt that Esdese was heading straight towards her. She gulped a little, clenching her fists as the girl was nearing her more and more. If she let her continue and go through with her next move, who knew how devastating it might be. She bit her lip, telling herself inside that she needed to get away from whatever was about to come to her.

She winced as Esdese got close enough and jumped, leaping at her. She quickly rolled when she was in the air, letting Esdese come down onto the mat. She hoped her position of just being on the ground would distract her enough to push herself up after the roll. Acting as fast as she could, she spun on her foot a little, attempting to aim a hard kick to the back of Esdese's head.