Abid vs. Kim Rhee - Forced Attrition

Match Type: Accepted Submission
Victory Conditions: Victory by Accepted Submission only. Wrestler can only win by accepting a submission from her opponent.
Victory Stipulation: Loser has to worship the winner for as long as he/she pleases.


”Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim!

The audience was cheering her name. Sure, a lot of that had to do with the situation she was in - she was their champion, the one that was going to end this upstart jerk’s crusade before it even got off the ground, but she didn’t much care. Kim was excited for this match. More excited than she’d been for anything, in a long, long time.

She stood there, facing off against her odd opponent, as the referee came marching down the ramp, only seconds away from getting this started. It was far from her debut match, but in a way, this was like hitting a reset button on her AFW career.

After she beat this woman, people wouldn’t remember the loses she had before this. They wouldn’t remember her failures. They wouldn’t talk about how she’d blown a shot at the hentai belt and wound up being facesat into unconsciousness. Wrestling fans, bless them, could have very short memories when it came to loving a new wrestler.

The referee was in the ring, now, but the officials needed a minute to get everything set up. Commercial breaks, advertising, making sure the schedule wouldn’t be changed to much by this impromptu bout. Little details. Not a problem. It gave Kim the chance to learn a few things about the woman who would be kissing her feet in a few minutes. Like, say, her name. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for her - even if this was all an act, that slap she’d taken earlier seemed a bit too far for the art. Then again, who was she to judge? There were plenty of guys in Tension who would’ve loved to see under a woman, to be her little pet. There was nothing wrong with a woman wanting the same with a man, right?

”So, sweetie,” Kim casually tossed her hair back, giving this woman a full view of her face. ”Now that it’s just the two of us, we can talk a little more freely. Girl chat.” She extended her hand, looking for a soft shake with her foe before they began. ”Kim, Kim Rhee. Sorry, this is kind of a rough way to welcome you into the AFW, but this whole setup was just too much too ignore.” She gave the newcomer a teasing wink. ”We’ll have fun, trust me.”

She didn't look like a wrestler, nor a fighter, though looks were always rather deceiving around AFW. Once her shoes had been removed, she had carelessly kicked then aside to a corner of the ring. Once the referee had slipped in with the two of them, she had set the heeled shoes aside under a turnbuckle to keep easier track of them so they couldn't be used as a weapon. Once her Master had left the ring, she returned her gaze to Kim alone. Here she was permitted to speak freely, no longer having fear of talking over Him.

"I am known simply as Abid. Kim Rhee, you have no need to apologize to me." Her eyes drifted to the offered hand for a moment before her gaze settle back to Kim. "You have made a grave mistake here tonight. You should not have shunned the Master's offer for serving without repercussion. When we are done here... it will be you who will be sorry, for yourself." The woman shook her head, Kim seemed to still think of this all as a lighthearted joke.

"Do to me as you wish, but know in the end I will make you His. I must, by His charge." She slowly slipped away from Kim to move to center ring. She had graceful long strides, her movements far less timid with the two of them alone within the ring. The gentle sway of her hips, the shimmer along her long legs, she was an attractive woman when not set beside perfection such as her Master. No doubt Kim had a number of things she would wish to do to her. The offer was practically made.

Abid. A-bid. Kim was no expert, but to her ears, that name sounded Arabic. Which was odd, because, just from her features, this woman seemed like she came from her own corner of the world. Asian. Chinese, if she had to hazard a guess. It probably wasn’t too big of an assumption to say that wasn’t her real name, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the story was.

She watched Abid make her way into position and followed suit, enjoying the sway of those hips and the sheen of her legs as she moved. Silly gimmick aside, a beauty like this belonged in the AFW. It made Kim regret not throwing a hentai stipulation into this, but, oh well. That was what rematches were for, and she could still play a little bit with this match. Leave Abid hungry for more.

”Call me Kim, please.” She skipped after her and took position in the center of the ring, just as the referee began to head their way. ”And you can ease up the act, just a little. Seriously. It’s neat, but you’ve got to come up for air, sometime.”

Kim smiled, but moved into her fighting stance all the same, as the referee gave the signal for the bell to ring. Hands at the ready, legs into position, able to spring at a moment’s notice. She would take it slow to start, get a feel for her opponent’s skill, but she was eager to get rolling once that was done. This was, possibly, one of the most important nights of her career, and wanted to make something worth remembering.

"Kim." She acknowledged the request. Without the order from her Master, she knew to to stay the lethality of her blows. While it was true this woman had insulted Him, he asked nothing of her. Her duty now, was to win, yes, but it was also to entertain. A dangerous line to walk when one knew little of the for and when stakes were so high. He had entrusted their fates to her... Such high praise for someone so lowly. She would make him proud. She would see him entertained.

An unknown to AFW, there were none but her Master who knew of her true potential. This was an edge, one in which she would hold on to until such a time she required it. For now, she would stay her claws.

Her bare feet slipped across the canvas, one pivoted back behind her, the other tucked in front, arched so only the ball of her foot touched the ground. Her arms crossed one another, palms open and waiting to intercept a blow meant to strike for her upper body.

As the bell rang she moved to slowly circle Kim, each strafed step was deliberate. A foot placed firm before her body followed, keeping her balance. Her features were hard to read, as was her body language. While her movements were easy to predict as she only circled in one direction, keen eye would note there was no real shift or twist. No tells to her movements.

As she slipped into her next step, there was a sudden and swift change. Her leg straighted to hold her balanced and upright as her entire body bent at a right angle. Her other leg thrusting out to a full extension of it's length to attempt to catch Kim in the stomach with a swift kick meant to send the woman back with its force if it connected.

There went the bell, and Kim’s eyes immediately rose Abid moved into stance. Not that she’d expected her to lack form or anything, but this woman had such grace and poise to her, such precision in her movements. Every step seemed like a choreographed dance she’d preformed a thousand times. Every move was careful and concise. Almost a hypnotic dance, one that Kim couldn’t resist being drawn into.

She forced those thoughts out of her mind, though, replaced them with clear focus. While she wasn’t too worried, she didn’t just want to win this match. She wanted to dominate it, control it, show the world why she wasn’t one to be taken lightly. It was a shame that Abid had to be her stepping stone, since she seemed like such a nice girl, but that was just the way things had to be.

Focus, now. Wait for the move. Abid would be coming with something, and when she did.

Ah. There.

Kim was fast, lighter on her feet than most other wrestlers could ever dream of being, and it was that speed that saved her from the kick that Abid sent her way. Even so, it was a close thing. She hopped back, letting the kick miss by scant inches, so close that the wind whipped her abs. ”Whoo, nice!”

But it worked, just as intended, and gave her the right amount of space to retaliate. Looking to return the attack in kind, Kim pounced in and came at Abid with kick of her own, leaping her way and sending out two quick, high snap kicks from both feet, both aim straight at her face.

Kim was quicker than anticipated. She had already underestimated this woman. She had presented herself so casually, so lazily, she took that has a sign of lacking skill. Why would anyone not a common thug insult her Master so? It made so little sense. As she had straightened herself upright she was caught off guard. Her footing wasn't ready, her arms were out of place. Her eyes widened.

Abid's head snapped backwards with the first kick, her back straightening herself up. Her body reeled before returning back to as it had been just in time for the second kick to take her under the chin. She staggered backwards on instead legs, threatening to fall.

Out of the corner of her eyes she caught sight of her Master, sipping from his chalice, eyes narrowed... Narrowed at her. Her body tensed as a leg gave out. She refused to fall, so she did the only thing she could and took a knee to steady herself. She opened and closed her mouth, working out her jaw as she set her eyes to Kim, prepared to react if the woman pursued.

Kim was, indeed, in pursuit. Hot pursuit.

She still hadn’t managed to pin down this woman’s style, couldn’t say for sure what it stemmed from off the small sample size of moves she’d seen so far, but she knew enough to say that her foe was more skilled in the martial arts than the average pro wrestler. That form, refined as it was, worried her, and she wasn’t about to take her foe too lightly. The woman seemed a bit distracted, her focus was off, but she didn’t want to bank on that lasting too long.

So, as Abid reeled from the blow, Kim came after her, springing forward the moment her feet touched the ground. She turned her body into a human missile and launched herself hard towards her foe, coming at with a raised knee that was meant for the beauty’s chest, looking to press her against the ropes. She laughed as she flew, enjoying the thrill. ”Keep up!”

Her foe was unrelenting. No sooner had she lay a knee to the canvas before Kim was already on top of her, no room to think, no room to breath. Her arms came up to guard her head, a simple cross meant as the last barricade against the woman's rushing assault. Skirting under her makeshift defense, Kim's knee sunk itself deeply into her chest long before the force behind it threw her staggering back to her feet. She careened backwards, feet slapping against the canvas as they attempted to keep up with a body tipping to far and too fast. Into the ropes she fell, slumped along them with a bounce. Her arms had gone back just in time, hooking themselves along the topmost rope to keep her upright. She looked more like a marionette tangled in the ropes as she wall, body in an unnatural state of rest that look uncomfortable to say the least.

Head hung slow she breathed shakily, body quaking as she made no move to leave her position of the rope. While her hair hung down covering half of her face, one golden eye stared across at Kim as she recovered from her knee strike, watching her. They had only just begin and Abid was literally on the ropes. For her minor show of grace earlier, surely there were doubt to how much of a fighter this woman truly was. Her legs wobbles as they slowly pulled themselves inward, using her lean into the ropes as a means to right herself. She was slow to recover, no doubt Kim still had a clear advantage if she continued to lay into the servant.

The One True King looked upon from His makeshift through built literally upon the backs of those who served Him. One leg lazily folded over the other. He seemed unimpressed with the showings of both women, more concerned with the state of his drink then that of the match. It seemed at though despite what was on the line here tonight, He wasn't worried in the least. As his chalice was filled once more, He raised it to His lips, drawing in a long sip.  

His avatar, His sword, was faltering but He knew the steel in which she was forged from was mightier than she was letting on. He had been the one to fold her, each layer had been a painful lesson as the imperfections had been hammered away. Watching His work suffer under a lowly dog such as Kim actually brought Him intense satisfaction. His retainers should be humbled, to know that without Him they are tools with no great craftsman. A mere shell of what they could be when left to their own devices.

Hm. Kim wasn’t sure how to feel about what was going down, now. She’d been worried at the outset of this match, thinking that Abid had the physique and resolve to be a real challenge, someone who was quick enough to keep up with her and strong enough to take her best. Now…

Now, she was becoming steadily less impressed. To Abid’s credit, she at least tried to block her flying knee, but trying and failing wouldn’t make the blow hurt any less. She was knocked back, staggering, and if the ropes hadn’t been there to save her, she’d probably be on her back. Kim landed and spared ‘Bob’ a momentary glance, looking his way for half a second, long enough to see that he didn’t seem all that distressed by his champion getting whipped about. Maybe this was some BDSMTT thing? He got off on watching his woman getting beat around? If that was the case, she’d happily stop this fight, now wanting to serve the role of a glorified paddle.

For the moment, though, she was still going all in, wanting to press her advantage as much as possible, as long as possible. She dashed over to where Abid rested against the ropes and was quick to throw her body into the slender woman, getting in close enough to whisper heated words into her ear as their bare legs brushed against each other.

”Having fun yet?”

She gave Abid’s ear a quick lick, right before she grasped her foe’s wristed and pulled back. She yanked hard, twisted around, attempted to send her running off towards the ropes with an Irish Whip, keeping her moving as much as possible.

Abid's body straightened up as it was pressed to Kim's, stilled in the moment by the woman bearing down on her. It seemed as though Kim wished to impose her body upon Abid, a sensation she was not at all unfamiliar with. With the pain of servitude also came pleasure, though it had always been by His command. To feel as she did pressed up against Kim, like this, without his decree was an act of treachery, bending to her foe's whims.

Abid's head turned away from Kim once more as she looked to the ringside. Would He allow this? Would He judge her for such impure thoughts? For allowing this baseborn woman to stir in her these feelings, did He mean to punish her later. The One True King only looked on, swirling the ruby liquid within his glass. Neither impressed nor dissatisfied. Why would He not guide her?

She groaned softly, trying to leaned herself back but with nowhere to go. Struggling up against Kim with a heart not fully committed to the act of escape. Without knowing how her actions were to be received by Him, how was she to act? It was not her place to presume His will, without direction she was lost, battling not only Kim but her own indecision. A shiver ran down her spine as the woman licked her, a faint whine slipping from her however unintended. It pulled her back to the reality of the moment, her state at the hands of this woman "Y-you... cur..." She huffed out with a shaky breath.

Her arm was pulled up and over the ropes, almost limp in Kim's grasp. With one last push against the ropes, their bodies slipped away from one another sending her stumbling from the other woman's control. She caught her stride by mid ring, continuing to run. From one side to the other she sped, turning to hit the ropes at her back, her opponent, preparing to make a stand.