Orochi vs. Faheema Salih - Chaos Abounds

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

Orochi would be having a match for tonight, and she aimed to win this. Already clad in her scanty wrestling outfit, she would then make her way to the gorilla position, accompanied by her manager and mentor, Oboro Scarlett, and her fellow protege, Vritra Savage. The backstage workers moved out of their way, knowing that things would be ugly if they happened to stand in their path. Orochi smirked, noting the fear on these people's faces.

"Orochi dear... let us see who you will feast on tonight..." Oboro purred to her protege, her hand touching her body. Orochi didn't seem to mind it as she waited for her cue. When her music was played, she made her way out to the ramp, followed by Oboro and Vritra who flanked her by her sides. Seeing the appearance of these three unpleasant women, the crowd booed and jeered at them. The three of them smirked, enjoying the displeasure of the crowd.

Orochi:

Oboro Scarlett:

Vritra Savage:

Making their way down the ramp, the trio would soon reach the ring, and the three of them took this opportunity to show off their bodies. Unpleasant and vile as they might be, it was undeniable that all these three were attractive women. Amidst the boos and the jeers, there were several men catcalling and wolf-whistling them, and the three of them just smirked in amusement.

Once they were done showing off, Orochi would enter the ring while the other two remained on the apron as they would wait for the opponent to show up. The expressions on their faces indicated that they didn't intend to make this a clean and fair fight.

Faheema Salih:

The night of Faheema's next match had finally arrived. By now, the Sudanese exile didn't consider herself a newcomer to this bizarre fighting federation, and she was determined to take it by storm. The debut loss that had seen a naked Faheema being slammed through a table was a dark cloud hanging over her new career, and as much as she had grown to love the woman that had delivered her that defeat, it couldn't be allowed to happen again. Her employment in this company would be at stake if she kept performing poorly, so whoever this “Orochi” woman was, the Nubian needed to wipe the floor with her tonight.

Dressed in a loose-fitting white t-shirt, black shorts, and a pair of dirty combat boots, Faheema strolled out as the drums of her intro music pounded through the arena. She brushed the untamed curls of hair out of her eyes and grinned for the audience as she walked down the ramp, earning a significant cheer from the crowd. Faheema didn't have a real fanbase yet, so her opponent must have been pretty unpopular by contrast.

As soon as Faheema saw her opponent standing in the center of the ring – with her backup grinning menacingly behind her at ringside – she understood why that might be the case. Bounding into the ring, Faheema stared past Orochi, regarding the woman in the black coat with a quizzical, contemptuous expression before turning her gaze toward the other...bigger woman. A flicker of fear crossed her eyes as Faheema took in the sheer scale of the largest woman present. None of these women looked weak, but the woman in the white one-piece was the largest, strongest looking person the Nubian had ever laid eyes on, truly imposing in appearance. Where did the Friction promotion find these freaks?

“Why is it that my opponents in this league always insist on bringing their pets with them when they step into the ring with me?” Faheema asked of her opponent, though she was staring at Oboro, implying that she believed the purple-haired woman to be subservient in this relationship.

A cocky grin was plastered on Faheema's face as she taunted Orochi, but the smile was largely performative. She knew from experience that every fight needed to be taken seriously, and she didn't plan to underestimate any of these harpies. Her smirk faded a little as she took one more glimpse at the blonde titan standing on the apron, eyeing her up and appreciating the work that must have gone into that sculpted figure.

“Nice muscles,” she remarked, giving the big woman a small nod before she swiveled around and went to stand across from her opponent. Most wrestlers would have fallen into a grappling stance at this point, anticipating a lockup as soon as the bell rang, but Faheema's posture was deceptively nonchalant, simply standing there as if she was bored. She was much sharper than she appeared, however, using the lack of body language to deny Orochi any clues as to how she would proceed when the bell rang.

Orochi watched as her opponent made her appearance. A cocky smirk could be seen on her face as she looked at Faheema making her way down the ramp, heading over to the ring. Soon, when the Nubian finally arrived, Orochi, as well as Oboro and Vritra, continued to observe her before the ebony beauty started taunting them.

"I'd admit that the roster for this promotion can be quite a menagerie, but it's my first time being called a pet for someone who is clearly my subordinate..." Oboro said, making it clear that she wasn't subservient to Orochi, who would be the one to do the fighting tonight.

Ignoring Faheema's remark about Vritra's muscles, Orochi would get herself into position, waiting for the bell to ring. She saw Faheema taking a rather nonchalant pose before her, though she knew that this might be her attempt to confuse her. So, when the bell was rang, Orochi would quickly try to catch Faheema off-guard with a sudden swipe of her arm, looking to hit at her opponent's cheek.

“I'll try to remember that,” Faheema called over to the woman in the coat, her sarcastic tone of voice making it clear that she didn't really care which of these women were in charge. Orochi was the one that she actually needed to fight, and that was all that mattered.

The instant the match started, Faheema's opponent sprang into motion. It was an aggressive start, and her expectation for this Orochi not to come out of the gate so quickly left the normally wise Nubian moving just a little too slowly to stop that quick punch from connecting with her cheek. Groaning more from the shock than the pain itself, Faheema's head snapped back as the other woman's fist rattled her skull.

Eager to return fire, Faheema's arm sailed up to make a grab for Orochi's wrist before she could pull her fist back from the punch. Gripping tightly with both hands, Faheema would give Orochi's arm a sharp twist, looking to wrench the captured limb and maybe throw her opponent off balance as she tried to alleviate the pressure on her arm joints.

Taking the initiative by attacking Faheema first, Orochi managed to land her attack on the Nubian's cheek, and she smirked a little, knowing that she managed to catch her opponent off-guard. But then, much to her surprise, her opponent managed to catch her arm before she could pull her hand back, and before she knew it, she ended up having her arm twisted. "Ahhh!!!" Orochi cried out as she started to feel intense pain around her arm thanks to the hold that Faheema was subjecting her to, and she glared at the Nubian, gritting her teeth as she tried to alleviate the pain.

"Nghhhh... y-you... b-bitch..." Orochi growled as she would try to twist herself around to lessen the pain. She would focus on trying to alleviate the pressure from the hold itself, inadvertently exposing herself to her opponent, leaving herself open for whatever Faheema would do to her next.

Wrenching hard on Orochi's arm, Faheema suddenly pulled it down a little, keeping it outstretched with one hand. Her free arm extended over Orochi's as Faheema suddenly dropped to the canvas, using all of her weight to drive the point of her elbow into Orochi's upper arm with enough force to slam the haughty wrestler face-first into the canvas as well, with the brunt of the impact being felt in her own elbow joint.

As soon as they had both landed, Faheema sprang forward, sitting on Orochi with a bent knee pressing down on her upper arm to keep it pinned against the mat. Grabbing her arm at the wrist, Faheema folded the trapped limb over her own thigh in a position similar to a hammerlock, although Orochi's shoulder joint wasn't going to be feeling the force of Faheema's assault. Clasping both hands around Orochi's wrist, Faheema started twisting, trying to bend her wrist joint well past its usual range of motion!

In her effort to alleviate the pain, Orochi was put into a trap when Faheema suddenly dropped herself to the canvas, bringing Orochi with her, and Faheema already had her elbow propped against her arm, and when she was brought down, Orochi hit the mat, face first, while taking some damage on her arm as well thanks to her opponent's elbow digging into her upper arm.

"HRPHHH!!!"

While Orochi was on the mat, Faheema began to put herself into a position where she applied some kind of hold on her, yanking her arm into a hold which felt similar to a hammerlock. Orochi's eyes widened when she felt the pain from having her arm twisted like that, and she began to wail out in pain.

"GWAGHHH!!!"

While Faheema was trying to twist her limb while trapping it in the hold, Orochi struggled to get her off of her, hoping to roll over and attempt to bring her opponent down onto the mat. She knew that it was unlikely to succeed, but she hoped that she could try to roll Faheema over, bringing her shoulders down onto the mat to start a roll-up pin.

Glaring down at the back of Orochi's head, Faheema concentrated on keeping her position on top of the woman, trying to inflict as much damage to her arm as possible. Even though she didn't quite have Faheema's musculature, Orochi was a large woman. With all her energy, it was inevitable that she would force Faheema to unseat herself with enough struggle, though the extent of her cleverness did catch the African by surprise.

“Huh?” Faheema gasped as Orochi rolled right on top of her, flattening her shoulders against the canvas for a surprise pin attempt! The count reached one, but after that, Faheema uncurled her legs with all of the force that she could muster, kicking out hard enough to bounce Orochi just an inch into the air.

Rolling onto all fours, Faheema got back to her feet and spun around, expecting to see Orochi getting back on her feet as well. The Nubian definitely didn't want to let her get her bearings, so she decided on a simple, but speedy strike. She charged, breaking into a full run as she attempted to tackle Orochi with all her weight, aiming to spear her into one of the turnbuckles, adjacent to the corner where Orochi's friends were watching.

The roll-up pin forced Faheema to release Orochi from the hold, and the tall woman hissed in pain as she got herself back onto her knees, trying to ease the pain as she tried to get herself back onto her feet. She had to be careful around her opponent, knowing that she was dangerous with all her submission holds. But, as soon as she was on her feet, Faheema suddenly got into her view, seemingly trying to hit her with a spear.

Orochi was unable to react in time, and as a result, she ended up taking the full brunt of her opponent's attack, and the spear sent her towards one of the turnbuckles, the one which was far from her companions. "GAGHH!!!" The spear left her breathless and stunned, leaving her in a rather precarious position, which was something that Faheema could capitalize if she so desired.

Faheema drove herself into Orochi with enough force to make her own shoulder ache, buoyed by the knowledge that it would be ten times worse for her. She wanted to spare a glance for Orochi's comrades, to see that they were staying put and enjoying the show. Because she and Orochi were practically snuggling in the corner, however, she resolved to keep her focus on her true opponent to make sure she wouldn't have time to muster her resolve.

Deciding that Orochi's poor, tender stomach needed some more love and attention, Faheema spun to put her back to the woman and drove Orochi's head backwards by pressing the back of her bicep against her throat, stretching her out against the turnbuckle and isolating the rest of her body from her view. No time was wasted as Faheema swung her opposite arm back and drove a hard punch into her navel, only the first as the piston motion of her arm continued, ravaging her abs with an onslaught of punches.

Faheema was as strong as she was ruthless, and while the punches were delivered in rapid succession, they nevertheless hit hard enough to make an audible impact, like the beat of a drum. All while she continued to grind her other arm into Orochi's neck to keep her trapped. The African wasn't planning to stop, not until the referee separated them or the snake lost the ability to stand.