Abid vs. Kim Rhee - Forced Attrition

Despite what it looked like now, Kim hesitated to call herself a submission specialist. She sued a few of them, sure, but sparingly, preferring to stay on her feet whenever possible. She was a striker more than anything, at home when she was getting close and hammering away.

But this was a special woman, in a special way. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something about Abid brought the beast out of her. And besides, that was the great thing about this hold - it allowed her so many opportunities to mix things up.

For instance, as she pulled back on the arm, she took some time to unlock her legs and rub a foot over Abid’s face, adding further insult to injury. She massaged her breasts under the sole of her foot, enjoying the feel of those mounds through the fabric. Soft. Supple.

It seemed like even Abid enjoying it, despite her self-made barriers. Kim cooed as she felt that hand running over her thigh, exploring her muscles, gliding along her skin. ”Oh, what’s wrong?”] She gave Abid a little bop on the nose with her big toe. ”It’s a little too late for-”

Kim shrieked as Abid made her leg explode with apex pain by only using a single finger, stabbing it into just the right spot. She dropped the hold without a second thought and rolled away, clutching her leg to rub the searing spot, letting Korean curses fly under her breath.

Abid turned her head as Kim saw fit to rub her feet up along her face, trying to keep her as far from her lips as possible. Why did she enjoy toying with her so? Her body tensed as she laid her foot down over her chest, kneading her heel down into her breasts. She tugged at her arm, straining against the hold. Her fingers were still pawing at the woman's thigh, finding it hard to stay on task. If not for the armbar keeping her grounded to the reality of the situation, she might have ceased her struggle and allowed the girl to let her foot continued to roam unchecked.

She felt the change the moment she sunk her thumb knuckle down into Kim's thigh. The way in which the woman rapidly engaged from her had been proof enough it had worked as planned. She remain on the mat face up, flexing her fingers, checking the range of motion in her arm to assess the damage done. Slowly she sat up, then began to stand. No longer was she well kept and graceful in appearance, Kim had seen to the destruction of that. She appeared disheveled now, her long flowing black hair frazzled  at the tips. She stalked towards Kim, adjusting her dress top as she went.

The jeweled anklet jingled faintly as she closed the distance.

"Kim." She called down to the woman, the last few steps she closed in a hurry. She wanted her attention, wanted her to lift her head.  her leg drew back, cocking like the hammer of a revolver before she let it fly, trying to send a kick down at the side of the woman's head. She had taken quite enough abuse and humiliation. Being made to feel so conflicted, who was this woman to do this to her? Now was the time to teach this woman a lesson or two.

Kim had many questions at the moment, but chief among them were: what was that thing that Abid had just done and where did she learn to do it.

Some kind of strange, pressure point thing, unlike anything she’d encountered in her travels through the worlds. Painful, precise, piercing, it was like Abid had stabbed her with a white-hot poker. The pain was slowly subsiding now that she was free, but it was all too clear it wouldn’t be leaving in full for some time. Abid had far more sting than she had expected.

The crowd was just as confused as she was, but she tried to sate them with a smile, reassure them that everything was all right. [color=#0066ff]”Okay, I’ll admit, you surprised me.”[color] She started to push her way back up as she heard Abid coming her way. ’Now, we can-”

Kim’s words were cut short when Abid closed the distance far faster than she expected and threw out a paralyzing kick to her skull. The Amazing Asian cried out as the attack struck home, and she went rolling away from the impact, reeling. She came to a stop near the ropes and reached up to grab the middle one, attempting to yank her way back up to a standing position. The only question was if she could do it before Abid pressed her attack.

Abid shook out her arm, her fingertips still numb from from Kim's armbar. She couldn't afford to dawdle though. Her bare footfalls smacked against the canvas as she came careening up behind Kim. This was a taste of her own medicine. This woman had relentlessly hounded her, driven her from rope to rope. This was how it felt. No escape, not chance to breath or thing. There was only pain.  She came charging up behind Kim, coming to a sudden stop along side her. her leg came up, then came crashing down as she tried to plant her foot on the back of Kim's skull to drive her face down directly into the canvas.

She twisted, reaching out to grab for the top rope, the leverage holding her steady as she tried to stomp down on Kim as many times as she could. There as no rhythm or reason to where, anything she could hit she would. This was payback, this was vengeance, it didn't need a to be precise or practiced. It needed to be brutal and animalistic. This was the language of AFW. This was one of the many beasts she was here to subjugate for her Master. She had lost sight of that in a moment of weakness. This woman, Kim, was an embodiment of the excess and waste plaguing this entire promotion.

How dare this woman make doubt!  How dare she lay hands on her in such a way!  This filthy horrible creature, this subhuman mass of flesh and blood! Abid let out a scream as she drove her foot down over and over again.

One attack. Abid had managed to connect with one attack. Kim had been dominating this match so far, had her on her back and begging. If the match ended now and they won by points alone, there would be no question who came out on top. A brief flare up wasn’t going to change that.

So why was she so worried when she heard that familiar jingle-jingle coming up from behind her? Was it because she could look over her shoulders and see the hate in this woman’s eyes, the barbaric fury that was coming over her? The cold, killing sound of her voice? That was a factor, no doubt, and she knew it would only mean more pain for her in a moment.

The first stomp to her head was painful, but nothing Kim couldn’t handle.

The second, though, was were the true problems began. Her head banged against the canvas, left her groggy, which made it all the easier for Abid to land another and another and another after, stomping away with her bare feet, hammering her with feverish fervor. She was tougher than she looked, but not so tough that could take this all day.

She needed a reprieve, and there was only one way she could think to get. She waited until Abid was raising her leg for another stomp, and then she rolled under the ropes and flopped to the mats outside, landing on her back. Not the most graceful exit, and without any countouts, it was destined to be a temporary fix, at best. But she’d take it.

Abid's foot hit the canvas as Kim rolled beneath the bottom rope. Abid threw her upper body between the ropes grasping for the girl but coming up empty. She snorted softly, slipping out onto the apron.

She looked down at Kim from above. The view she was meant to have all along. She took in a deep breath, composing herself. She had considered jumping down on top of the girl, but she hesitated. Carefully navigating along the apron she dropped down onto the floor below, coming upon Kim.

She reached down, trying to lift the woman up by the shoulders. Half way to her feet, she would try to pepper the woman with two quick knees to ensure the journey to her feel would leave Abid in control.

If she got the girl to her feet, she would take hold of Kim by the wrist and shoulder, taking a short leap away before pulling the girl to her, then past her to attempt to Irish whip her into the ring post.

Kim’s ‘plan’ worked. Kind of.

She was right to think that rolling out of the ring would buy her time. It did. Ultimately.

Just not much of it.

Her bare feet had been padding on the ground for only a few seconds, before she saw Abid’s bare feet landing in front of her. She’d began to push her way up, when the lithe woman came over and helped her get up. That was nice of her. The two knees that followed after, however, were anything but.

They hit with enough force to lift Kim in the air, drove the wind clean out of her, and she would’ve fallen without Abid’s help. But that wasn’t happening - no, she had other plans for her body.

Plans that involved jerking her around, tossing her hard, and sending her right into the nearest steel post. Kim hit hard, smacking her face against it with a resonating crack, only to fall to her back a second later. Conscious, still, but with her head swimming.

Abid made her way over to join her fallen foe, taking a moment to plant her foot down along her face, rubbing her sole over the woman's features in return. For having it done to her. It didn't feel as gratifying as she hoped though. It just came across as childish at this point.

With an annoyed huff she crouched down to wrap her arms around Kim to coax her onto her feet again. There were no more blows to force the girls compliance, as they did not seem needed. She combed her fingers through Kim's hair, clenching them tightly once they had slipped in deep enough. She wrenched her head back as she pressed into the woman, taking from her the kiss that had been bartered for earlier.

This was different now. She wasn't being forced to submit to it, she was claiming it from the girl, making it hers. She was the one with the power now, and with that power she would have what she wanted. It felt better this way as she walked Kim back up against the ring apron.

Her hands relaxed slowly as she eased into the embrace, softening considerably. Her fingers gently massaging the back of Kim's head while the other slipped around behind the girl to run along the small.of her back. This was every bit as good as she had wanted it to be as her wet lips mashed themselves passionately against Kim's.

The audience was simmering down now, losing some of their earlier steam as the winds changed against their heroine’s favor. Even the referee seemed a bit concerned, as she came over and looked down on Kim from above, watching the onslaught. They were right to be worried. Kim was on the floor, on her back, nursing her head. It wasn’t a good look, and she didn’t think it was going to get any better soon. Abid was approaching.

Kim made an attempt at sitting up, but she wasn’t able to get far at all before a foot came down on her foot and pressed her back to the mat. Abid, it seemed, had a little sense of revenge in her and mean streak to go along with, taking the foot in her face far more personally than Kim could’ve imagined.

She didn't to have to endure it for long, though, as Abid crouched down and hauled her back to her wobbly, feet, thankfully choosing not to use her hair as a handhold. Still, she was open now, and Kim’s mind raced to figure out what would be coming her way next. More kicks? This woman seemed to love her kicks. Perhaps she would get slammed against the barricade, or hauled into the ring, or…

...a kiss?

Kim was the last person to turn away intimacy, but even she couldn’t deny the surprise here, gasping as Abid brought their lips together. She had been so resistant earlier, fought it so hard, but now she eagerly locked lips. What brought that change on? Was being in the driver’s seat that big a difference?

Kim stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and let the embrace happen, slipping her tongue into her foe’s mouth. It was a rest, a moment to recharge her batteries, and whether Abid realized it or not, it was also an opportunity. She brought her legs around the other woman’s body, subtly closing around her thighs. For now, it was just a move to keep them pressed close. But once she got more of her strength back and had her fill of this kiss, it could turn into something far deadlier.

Abid's brow knit as Kim's tongue pushed past their lips into her mouth, the sensation strange. Her head tilted she she asserted her height over Kim, bending her back against the ring apron as she clutched her close, gliding her own tongue over the other woman's. For a moment she had to follow Kim's lead to know what to do, where to take this, but before long she had caught on and attempted to suppress and control this too.

She exhaled long and hot from her nose as her hand drifted down the other woman's back, open palm slipping over one of her cheeks below to hold firm. If it were humanly possibly to get closer to this woman, in this moment she would have done it.

This was nothing more than another submission hold. She was retaking her pride from Kim after earlier. She was showing her Master how much more capable she was in every aspect to this woman. These were the excuses swirling around in her head for having stopped to indulge. Surely if she felt this way, this slow burning hunger, this debilitating weakness, Kim felt it as well. Perhaps more than she?

Should that matter... she didn't know. Lost in the moment, having assumed she was truly the one in control, girls legs slowly working around her seemed like just another point of contact, welcome as they were like this. Eventually she had to pull away, though reluctant, to draw in a deeper breath, panting as she stared into Kim's eyes. She had a vague shimmer of defiance in there, as if she considered this a small victory for herself.