Who’s The Fittest of Them All? Eshe vs. Arjuna

The low moans that erupted from their vicious bear hug was enough to tell Eshe exactly what she needed to know. Maybe Arjuna was sensitive and it felt wrong to exploit that in a match with an opponent who offered her so much but she wanted to appeal to the crowd. It wasn’t fame she wanted in the sense, though a following would be nice, she wanted to know she was doing the right thing, to push her guilt away. Just from her slight touch their grip had loosened considerable. She took a hug breath of fresh air before slipping her arms into the confines of her prison and with a mighty grace broke free.

She’d softly pant as she was dropped back onto the canvas. The violet would asses her situation, there were a number of things that she could pull now. Could go for a roll up but Arjuna was too full of energy, that wouldn’t work. The Egyptian played with idea of teasing them a little more, she wondered if she should in the first place. The rules were there fro that kind of strategy, but would this be considered a win by her own strength? She wasn’t sure just yet but she’d act!

She’d strike without warning, hoping to catch her giant foe off guard. She’d fiercely kick in their gut, looking to bend them over. If she managed that, she’d pull Arjuna between her legs, squeezing tightly to prevent escape. With a vicious blow to their back to keep them complacent if her plan found success. She’d bend over them to wrap her arms around that wide waist and lift up. Their legs would run over her shoulders as she held them up in a powerbomb position. If everything went according to plan, she’d step forward, almost unable to hold them up for long before attempting to bring them down in a hard sitout powerbomb.

Arjuna definitely wasn’t expecting the kind of treatment she got from Eshe at that moment. Up to that point the match had been an exchange of strikes and throws and a clash of might and prowess. Her rival looked strong and resilient but the Indian had confidence in her own stamina and strength to eventually get the victory. If only Eshe hadn’t brought pleasure into the equation. That was some sort of weakness for Arjuna, an Achilles heel capable of making the woman lose her focus and her energy so quickly. She wasn’t shy to have sexual interactions with both women and men, but her mind was a little more conservative about making it in front of everyone, and it showed in how she just got blocked when Eshe started rubbing against her crotch.

“D-damn!” Arjuna’s bearhug weakened so quickly when she was subjected to that small amount of stimulation and pleasure. It was as if Eshe had found a switch that turned off all of her strength, and the Egyptian quickly went to get her arms in between her rival’s to free herself without much effort. But that wouldn’t be the end of it. Eshe was surely feeling her confidence boosted by this, and Arjuna was still having a bad time regaining her focus, and her rival looked more than eager to make use of that.

With a powerful kick to her groin that Arjuna just wasn’t unable to block, Eshe achieved something when she made the Indian bend on her stomach. Then, with some precise moves she would drag her rival over to execute a powerful sitout powerbomb that sprayed Arjuna on the canvas. At least that would make her go back to reality...

The sound of air forced out of someone’s lungs was always a sickening sound. The act itself just had such an odd air to it but it was necessary, especially in this line of work. As her kick did just that, Eshe would pull that older woman into her iron trap. Her darkened legs clamping tightly onto her opponent as she had them bent over. She had to marvel at this wondourous build, Arjuna was strong, that was a fact, but so were so many of her opponents. So why was it that she felt something else when she held onto them?

She’d shake those confusing thoughts for now. Maybe it was hormones talking, trying to make this match more confusing then it needed to be. Striking the Indians back to keep cohmplancency, she’d lean over her, slipping those tough arms around their waist, she’d bend in her knees and practically bounce with her opponent in tow. Lifting them up high, shed grip tightly onto their leotard to hold them up. Despite their looks, she could wager her weight was due mostly to muscle mass alone. A scary realization until she’d stepped outward to relieve herself of that certainty.

She’d send Arjuna down hard into mat, the ring shaking with their combined impact. She laid sprayed out, seemingly easy for the taking, Eshe would pull them in, hugging them up closer as their dark legs dangled overhead of them. She’d clutch tightly into their stomach as she draped her legs over their shoulders for a pin attempt. It was also a prime place to unwind for a moment, her violet hues met the tough looking thighs, so tantilizing, she couldn’t help herself now. She was worked up. Her plush lips began to kiss along their exposed thigh as the ref slide in to count.

One!

The referee shouts, slapping the mat with conviction as her job detail called for. Eshe would work slolwy as her lips began to mark Arjuna’s leg. She’d be ashamed of herself if she ever had to see this, her usual cheerful and charasimatic persona ruined by her own desires and out of control libido.

The situation was becoming so frustrating for Arjuna. The Indian had her pride, she was proud of her raw strength. It was the fruit of years of training so it was only logical that the woman felt happy about her physique, but despite her good physical form, since she joined the AFW she had been struggling in real combat situations. The Indian was having troble finding her focus and using her skills in order to defeat her rivals, and that was starting to make a dent in her morale. She could feel her will becoming weaker.

Even knowing that, being physically overpowered by her rivals had some kind of justice. It was a fair combat and their rivals showed they knew better how to exploit her weaknesses, and even if Arjuna didn’t like that she had to admit it and swallow her pride. But in that case it wasn’t about Eshe overpowering her. The Egyptian had shown quite the resilience and strength, but Arjuna had the upper hand until Eshe decided to take advantage of the Indian’s biggest weakness: her inability to withstand sensual attacks.

From that moment it was a downhill. Arjuna lost her strength and then Eshe managed to execute a couple of holds that ended up in a pinning maneuver. The referee was already counting “Two!” when Arjuna noticed her rival kissing her all along her thighs. Just what was that woman about? Was Eshe completely out of it, fallen to lust? Arjuna couldn’t take it, but her pride also made her move. No, she wouldn’t fall like that. Mustering as much strength as she could have in her body, the Indian powerfully bucked her body in a desperate attempt to break the pinning maneuver and avoid defeat, or at least postpone it.

The first count didn’t seem to phase her mostly, she was busy tending to her rival or the thought of tending to her rival. Her lips continued to mark down that precious thigh as she clung closely to them, keen on getting in a Pinfall somewhat early into their match. Arjuna was certainly tough though, Eshe wasn’t sure this would put them down but from the looks of things, it could very well just be the end.

With the second count of two, the Egyptian would focus, practically forcing herself to hold back after just losing herself. She’d peer over the Indians legs, seeing them so helpless yet prideful sent a wave of empowerment through Eshe. The kind you got by beating a top player at their own game kind of empowerment.

Suddenly, a buck from her giant opponent broke the pin, the force knocking Eshe back, she’d roll backward into her knees with shock. The violet didn’t expect that kind of force from just a break but if Arjuna has that kind of power she could be in a lot of trouble if she let herself get caught. Practically jumping to her feet, she’d begin to encircle her rival. The stakes had been raised with their second wind and she was excited, excited to see them push back and then the Egyptian having to fight and claw her way back to victory.

Instants before the count would reach three and the match would end in a loss for Arjuna, the Indian managed to break the pin and release herself. She immediately got on her feet, since her energy reserves were still high. That made only more frustrating for her how she was performing, something inside the beauty not allowing her to fully commit to the match and fight well, even more after the treatment Eshe gave her just before.

The Egyptian had found some loop in Arjuna’s defenses, using some moves that would be more suitable for the bedroom and not for a fighting ring. That had made the Indian weak and frustrated at her own weakness, but she had managed to overcome it and now it was her time to take the fight to Eshe. As the Egyptian circled around her, Arjuna felt her blood boiling and went for a rash decision. Running at her rival, she would try to spear the Egyptian to bring her down.

Eshe could see she was maybe taking these tactics a bit to far. The look on Arjuna’s face wasn’t exactly the kind she wanted: frustrated and angry, at her no less. Still she couldn’t deny she felt a bit of attraction towards them, didn’t she when she looked at the Egyptian? She shook her head, shaking those thoughts, a small act losing her focus and on Arjuna.

Just as she was coming back to her senses, she felt a harsh pain explode in her gut. The bigger Indian woman had rammed right into her with a ferocious spear sending her down to the mat and gasping for air. Totally deserved that, she thought to herself, Yup, totally deserved it. Eshe rolls to her side covering her wounded stomach, coughing as air attempted to rush back to her lungs but forced from the impact, she was down, an easy target.

Arjuna had to admit that at that point in the match she wasn’t properly thinking or strategizing. The Indian was feeling so frustrated about the fact she was being overpowered by Eshe that her spear attack was an act of pure rage at herself. Luckily and suprisingly, it proved to be a very effective movement as it got the Egyptian straight in her midsection, sending the rival to the mat with a pained expression in her eyes.

That snapped Arjuna back to reality. Seeing her rival curled in a ball in pain, gasping for air and weak for the first time in the match renewed her hopes. Yes, she could do it. She could mount a comeback and get the win, and she was going to do it. Eshe was so bothered with her pained state to mount a defense, so she would reposition herself behind Eshe and would trap her in a rear naked choke hold. Arjuna decided to take advantage on her rival’s lack of air and try to KO her right away as the crowd reacted surprise by the sudden comeback and started cheering for her and for Eshe to fight back.

At that point Arjuna was almost completely fueled by her frustration and anger. She wasn’t mad at her rival since Eshe hadn’t been nasty with her, but the Indian was furious about her apparent lack of focus. It had happened her in several matches in the past that she was unable to get her shit right and obtain a win, so now she was more than resolved to go all the way in order to get that victory. That was what she was thinking when the Indian locked the rear naked hold. If she wasn’t going to be able to defeat Eshe in open combat she would just choke her to unconsciousness, but if the woman was sensible she would just tap out and end her predicament.

For some instants Arjuna devoted herself to deprive her rival from that oxygen that was becoming precious as it looked like Eshe’s resistance was starting to fade. Only some more seconds and it would all be over and victory would be Arjuna’s. But the Egyptian proved to be a resilient one when, just at the exact moment Arjuna thought she was going to give up and concede, managed to throw a nasty elbow to the Indian’s midsection.

Arjuna used all her resolve to just groan in pain and squeeze even harder, but another elbow followed the first one and then another one. It became obvious that she wasn’t going to endure that treatment as her ribcage was in severe pain. After one more hit, Arjuna released Eshe and got on all fours, coughing wildly as pain overtook her, her hand going to her ribs in order to ease the pain. Her greedy move had just left her exposed and she could only hope that Eshe would feel as pained as her.