Only The Strong Can Overcome: Eshe vs. Eiko

Having managed to claim the top turnbuckle for all her intents and purposes she locked eyes on that michevious grin on their face. It seemed to be fates hand at work that just as she was poised to leap, Eiko would find her atop her new throne, ready to give it up for a chance to take back the reigns and gain some sort of control. She felt she had done just that as that smile turned into a nervous crack. The Egyptian would be lying if she said that she didn’t feel anything about it. Seeing them nervous for what came next as she managed to catch her off guard was a little exhilarating. It wasn’t until the punkette spoke that Eshe hesitated for a second.

The Tarantulas question hit different to the Egyptian. She couldn’t decide if she was mad it happened or mad at herself for getting worked up. In the few matches she’s had, no one had made her blush so hard or trip over her own thoughts. Eiko had a dangerous power and if she got ensnared in that web again, Eshe wasn’t sure she could get out of it. She didn’t respond, she honestly didn’t know how to answer her, nor did she come up with anything. Of course, Eshe didn’t hate her or anything like that but she was a bit confused on how to properly take what she was feeling. It felt different being the one to get teased or being hit on? Was she being hit on? She hadn’t figured that one out just yet but she’s working on it. Shaking her head, she clears her thoughts. The only thing her mind needed to do was focus on one thing: Splashing.

With a sonorous war cry, she’d leap off the top rope, stretching out her limbs to their limit. The Violet expected to come crashing down on top of the Tarantula to take her down a peg. She could come up with a plan once she had gotten that far, at least that was the hope. The sudden flinch caught her attention in that split second before her complete descent, but fate dealt her another bad hand. Eiko stepped up, ensnaring her top half in their fanged grasp. A gasp erupts from her lips as she feels her limbs captured, everything came crashing down in her head. Was she about to “eat it”?

In a cruel sense of irony, it was her opponent who could crash, stumbling back with her prey in hand just for Eshe to land softly across them in a lateral press. She’d make an attempt to pull away, checking herself to make sure this wasn’t some kind of joke and she actually managed to survive without a scratch. Her tanned cheeks are patted for safe measure as she then checks her midscebtion before breathing a sigh of relief. If she could roll back, the Egyptian would take advantage of the slight bit of confusion created to slip behind Eiko and give her another dose of her strong legs. Her calves sliding to ensnare the Tarantula’s neck in between her thighs and squeeze in a headscissor granted she escaped her captor.

For someone who went by the nickname “Titular Tarantula”, it seemed that Eiko Bando had become all feet! Eshe’s body weight wasn’t too much to handle on its own, but paired with the Egyptians momentum and the shock she gave Eiko by recovering so quickly was exactly what was needed to topple the purple punk right over! With a thunderous crash, the two collapsed into a rather comical heap. WIth Eiko’s arms busy holding onto Eshe, there was nothing to break her rough fall as the back of her head bounced off the canvas like a ball off the pavement.

“OW! Ow ow owie owie ow!”

Eiko couldn’t help but suck in air through clenched teeth! The bump on the head really hurt! How could someone so sweet be such a troublesome opponent?

It took the purple punk a solid minute before she realized that her grip on her crafty foe had faltered a few seconds ago! The pain had distracted her again, and once again the Tarantula would find herself being tangled in webs that were not her own! Eiko didn’t even get chance to say anything before Eshe had her long, athletic legs cinched around her neck!

“Ack! S…So soft~”

Eiko’s hands gripped her opponents crushing thighs, her mischievous nature still bubbling up to the surface even in such a bad situation. At first, it seemed like Eiko was simply squeezing Eshe’s thighs…but, it soon became clear that Eiko was also trying to pry them off of her, the Tarantula using her legs for leverage as she tried her best to pull herself out of the fire!

Her athletic tan legs snake around that pale neck and tense, locking up her legs while applying pressure with her quads to drain the tarantula in her settled headscissor. Her heart was racing thankful she managed to do that much without much resistance from her single and quirky rival. No matter how hard she tried, Eiko was just an enigma to Eshe, still that didn’t mean she was out of this yet and far from it.

”E-Eiko! You can’t say that… gosh you’re making this so difficult.” She whines as she momentarily hesitated to squeeze again after that infectious energy tried to take hold of her again.

With another flex of her legs she was promptly laid out on her back as Eiko pushed up on her own feet. She felt their tendrils gripping her bare thighs, another flash of blush coats her cheeks but it becomes more evident she’s not toying with her but trying to break free. She had to give it to them, despite being in her iron trap she was resisting and her hold was coming undone.

The Egyptian flex’s her legs again, straining her calves as she manages to slip her right boot under her left to add a lock to her headscissor. Even if she wanted to keep this hold it wouldn’t be possible. Her legs were beginning to burn with the exertion and keeping this position wouldn’t do her any good. Eshe had to relent otherwise she’d be in to deep.

Without much of a warning, her legs would go limp and uncoil. The violet would make a bid to slip away and rip her legs out of the Titular Tarantula’s grip in hopes to form another plan to take them down. In those short moments she’d make sure to put some distance between herself and Eiko. She couldn’t let her guard for a second otherwise, the Tarantula would definitely sink her fangs in again, rendering her helpless.

”You’re really going to make me work for it, huh?” She’d offer a giggle, knowing full wel the answer.

Despite the fairly intense nature of the match, there was a playful air between Eiko and Eshe. It was in all honesty tough to discern whether they were flirting with one another, playing, or a little of both. While they were sharing banter with one another, neither seemed to lose focus on the fight at hand which ultimately made for a thrilling if somewhat comical clash of wills. Eiko had power, and a personality to match while Eshe seemed to keep the crowd invested with her beauty and grace! Each fighter had their fans, but it was still anyone's fight as the purple punk looked to free herself from Eshe’s suffocatingly soft submission!

Eiko continued to pry at the Egyptian woman’s steely legs. It was clear that she was having some trouble, but every second that passed Eiko seemed to be making progress. Eventually, Eshe used the opportunity to break the hold of her own free will and roll away to try to escape. Usually, the Tarantula never let her prey slip away, but Eshe’s headscissors and her earlier head trauma had made the arachnid a bit airheaded. When Eshe ripped her legs away from Eiko, the purple punk actually stumbled forward a step, then two. Her eyes peered down at her now empty hands as Eshe giggled that Eiko was really making her work for her victory. Eiko didn’t respond immediately, looking as though she was deep in thought before peering at Eshe from where she stood waiting. Another grin slipped across Eiko’s face as a small stream of red blood rolled from one of her nostrils.

“Now she’s so sexy~!”

Eiko quickly wiped the excited blood from her face before moving in quickly! Hoping to ambush the Egyptian with a blitz attack and lock her up into a grapple! This was a gamble, Eiko well aware of how tricky (cute) and quick Eshe could be. Right now, Eiko had to limit Eshe’s movements as best she could if she was going to win. And cutting any reaction time out seemed like a good move.

Eiko’s arms were once again ready to grapple, looking to snatch Eshe like a predator pouncing its prey! If Eiko succeeded, then she would hope to whip Eshe towards the nearest corner to help entangle her further!

Eshe tucked in her legs to fall back with a strategic retreat, rolling like a ball, she’d roll once then twice before she outstretched her legs to plant her feet and palms to the mat. She was definitely surprised she managed to get away, when she looked up, the Egyptian could clearly see why. Eiko stumbled like a drunk, with Eshe’s legs practically ripped from their strong grip, she could understand a bit of their confusion. That and perhaps a bit of head trauma courtesy of the violet.

For a moment, Eiko didn’t respond as quickly as she had been. Eshe stepped closer, a bit concerned she may have hit their head a bit harder then she realized. That familiar grin taking hold of their face once again reassured Eshe that her concerns were misplaced but then, a faint gleam of crimson caught her attention. A trail of blood drops down their nostril, before the Egyptian could get a word in, Eiko finally spoke. During her match with Arjuna, Eshe could admit she was being a bit more on the lewd side of things, her libido kicking into overdrive through some intense chemical reaction she could only try to explain. But here? She was a blushing mess, her tanned cheeks covered in a Cherry hue once again as the tarantula worked her spell over the violet. Those words ring out in her head, over and over in those split second before the worse would come.

“W-wait, hold on! Are you talking about me!?”

The Egyptian was just dumbfounded, trying to come up with some explanation to understand her situation. But only one question came to mind: Was Eiko calling her.. sexy? Maybe that was a dumb question but it kept her guessing, should she reciprocate? Should she play hard to get? The more she thought about it the less focus she had on the punk now ready for another confrontation.

Reality didn’t snap to until it was far too late. The pounding of boots stampeding across the canvas brought her back to the real world from her thoughts, her eyes widen with surprise as Eiko rushed her. She’d put her hands up defensively but her guard was weak, fragile at best, giving Eiko the oppurtunity she so desired.

The violet can’t bring herself to overpower the Tarantula as their fangs sink in, gripping her tightly in a rather steel like vice. Suddenly she feels a sharp tug and the pull from an Irish whip, sending her barreling towards the corner post. [color=#6633ff]”Gghhk!”[/colo] A pained cry escapes her lips as her back meets the padded post. She’d slump against the corner, panting as pain began to take over. A pain she could endure but now she was on the defensive again. With how easy it was for Eiko to get a three count, she could only imagine her troubles if the punk decided to make another attempt.

Eiko’s grip quickly managed to get a strong grip on her opponent’s dainty wrists and quickly used it to fling Eshe towards the nearest corner post! All the excitement pumping in the tarantula’s blood gave her that extra bit of oomph that made the cute Egyptian’s impact against the post practically shake the ring off its hinges! Truthfully, Eiko hated having to throw Eshe around like that. To repay Eshe’s sweet and tender embrace with a brutal throw didn’t sit right with her. But the purple punk knew that Eshe was a clever foe who could turn the tables on her should she let her guard down…but on the other hand, it was hard to keep her guard up when Eshe was so shy to compliments it came off as adorable. The best thing the tarantula decided she could do was to make it up to Eshe after the match was over, and offer to treat her somewhere fancy. Or in Eshe’s case, maybe sweet would be best~

Eiko chuckled to herself, deciding on how she would pamper Eshe and focusing on the fight at hand. With her predatory eyes locked onto her opponent and her fangs bared in a smile, Eiko would crack her neck as she began to approach her seemingly paralyzed opponent. The crowd cheered for their favorites, but for once the powerhouse didn’t showboat. She wanted Eshe to herself as soon as she could, preferably with as little pain as possible!

It’s so cute when she gets flustered~ I guess if she gets too antsy, I can use that on her!

With her footsteps coming closer to Eshe, the Egyptian would know that her opponent was once again coming for her. Like a bug in a trap, the Olympic fighter would soon find her options for retaliation limited with every step closer Eiko came. What was worse was that Eiko seemed to be rushing in! The reason why wasn’t clear at first, but it was easy to interpret that she had something planned for Eshe that would likely hurt quiet a bit.

Moving in, Eiko would quickly turn on her heel and use her momentum to assist her in attempting to crash her rump against Eshe’s in a flying peach attack! Looking to keep the cute dazed look on Eshe’s face for a bit longer, with the crowd expecting Eiko to play with her food!

Her back crashes into the padded post, her face scrunching in pain before she slumps against the ropes, panting as pain begins to spread throughout her spine. She didn’t expect to be thrown so hard, the Egyptian couldn’t slow her momentum down before impact, it was crazy to think Eiko had that kind of power behind her. It made her worry about getting hit with her harder hitting moves, if she could barely keep it together from a mere Irish whip. She shakes her head, clearing her mind of those negative thoughts, it didn’t help to think about the cons, for now she needs to come up with a plan but first, she needs to recover.

Eshe wasn’t a fool to think that she could have even a second to recoup and she was right. The pattering of the mat called her attention, the tarantula was advancing and quickly. She begged her body to move but just as she was ready to pry herself away from the post but it was too late for that. Eiko’s bottom hit the violet square in her gut forcing her deeper into the corner. Eshe felt all the wind leave her sails, the force of the impact taking her feet right from under her, sending her down to the mat on her rump. Her dazed expression remained as she feels from the impact. Did she just get hit with Eiko’s bottom? For real? People still do that?

The thought made her blush but she hid it behind her pained daze, groaing out as she leaned against the post, defenseless. This wasn’t looking good, she needed to create some space between them but going outside the ring seemed cowardly, and she never backs down, ever.

The only option she could come up with was to endure, wait for her moment to strike, if she played her cards right, maybe she could earn a breather as well. It was then that a plan began to form, Eiko could forgive her right? All was fair in the ring so long as it was respectable, or so Eshe believes. Although the part was easy to play, she had to admit she was far off from how she was feeling. Eshe continued to mewl in pain against the post, aiming to draw the Tarantula in to feast on her prey. If she was right, the Punk wouldn’t resist getting a chance to wring out a bit more life from the violet, but that was the plan. If her acting paid off and her foe took the bait, Esge would use her feet to lock up their boot and grab hold of their waist to pull them towards the post in hopes to smack their front against the pad and give her a moment of reprieve.

The corner post shook after the heavy impact! Eshe’s beautiful, athletic form finding itself smashed between padded steel and a rather forceful rump! The tarantula seemed to accomplish her mission of paralyzing the Egyptian as Eshe’s face scrunched up in pain and her mouth agape in a silent scream. All of the air had been pushed from her lungs, causing the fighter to tumble to the floor on her rear as a dazed expression rested on her face. The crowd cheered Eiko on, who politely waved to her fans as her opponent leaned against the corner post, too stunned to even clutch her stomach. The only sign Eshe was still conscious was the cute red hue that grew on her face as her eyes seemed to flutter around the arena. Many of her fans jeered the tarantula and her humiliating attack, but their cries bounced off of her like a brick wall.

Truthfully, Eiko only used her rump during the attack as a way to tease Eshe. In hindsight the purple punk could see how her peach spear could be taken as bullying, and a part of her hoped that wasn’t the way Eshe saw things. Eiko had a bad habit of getting rough with opponents she thought were cute and it wouldn’t have been the first time she went a bit overboard and ended up scaring someone off as a result. But Eiko figured that Eshe wasn’t someone who scared easily, and she had been pretty relaxed with Eiko’s strange tendencies. Perhaps Eiko’s affectionate venom was more potent on someone like Eshe, who seemed a bit weak to compliments and flirting. Eiko knew when to draw the line, but she clearly loved pushing against it!

With a snicker, Eiko would find that Eshe was too stunned to even stand. With the crowd demanding a fight or a finisher, the tarantula figured she should play her part and perhaps even finish her adorable prey for the night. Eiko wondered just where to grab Eshe to lift her up. Already deciding long ago she had no desire to ruin Eshe’s silky hair and adorable ear accessory. But teasing Eshe was simply too much fun to just pull her up by her arm. With a heavy sigh, Eiko would decide to snatch Eshe by her outfit's collar…looking to settle things with a German Suplex in the center of the ring.

But the second Eiko reached down to scoop up her adorable prize, Eshe’s eyes would suddenly flick wide open as her opponent suddenly came back to life! With quick hands, Eshe managed to grab ahold of Eiko’s waistband and leg! The titular tarantula only had enough time for a quick “Hey!” before Eshe turned gravity against the arachnid! With a quick but leveraged yank, Eiko would suddenly trip and fall headfirst into the corner post she crushed Eshe against moments ago. The irony wasn’t lost to Eiko, even as her skull hit the post and sent a shock through her brain! Giving Eshe the opening she was doubtlessly planning!

Gah! She was just acting?! I knew she had brains, but I didn’t think she was this sly!

Eshe wasn’t unscathed as she laid there, doing her absolute best to play possum and draw the tarantula in. Her core was aching and her back was screaming, for something covered with pads, it sure felt like metal all the way through. She could hear the mixture of roars and boos, Eiko must be getting the crowd fired up. The Egyptian’s mind was a swirl of what she should do next if she managed to even trick her conniving rival. She had to admit it, the Punkette was quick on her uptakes and had the power to back it up. Eshe wasn’t sure she could pull this off but she’d have to give it a try, she used to play dead before and although convincing (sometimes) she wasn’t certain it would work. She felt she owed it not only to her fans but, to Eiko too; to keep going, despite her plan possibly backfiring. This rush she felt helped her to swallow all the pain and aching for now, her adrenaline was pumping as the Tarantula would make her move.

She feels their tendrils grab hold of her collar, she’s actually thankful they didn’t reach for her hair instead, conditioning it would take forever, not to mention hurt her sensitive roots. In that moment, she’d flare back to life, grunting in pain as she forces air in to brace herself for possible failure. Her boots lock up their left boot, preventing them from stepping back and with her rival so low to her, it wouldn’t be difficult to send them into the post from where she laid. Her ebony fingertips snag hold of the punkettes trunks, giving her entire body a grave forward from her hold.

With a Thunk, Eiko came in hot against the corner post, a sharp “hey” cutting the air before the eventually impact. Eshe would release their boot and roll out from underneath the hopefully subdued Eiko. Her chest heaves as she pants heavily. The peachy spear she took, took more out of her than she realized, but she grits her teeth and attempts to stand, rolling into her stomach, she slips her palms against the mat and pushes upward. Her knees follow suit, her gaze never leaving Eiko on the off chance they would instantly be upon her before she was able to make a comeback. With her boots now underneath, she pushes up to a standing position, covering her chest as she closes the gap she made between them.

The Egyptian pants as her hands meet the Tarabtulas exposed back, her hands finding their waist as they pull them away from the post, her next move already in mind. If her rival was manageable and cooperated with her movements, she’d draw them to the center of the ring, her grip was tight, afraid to let go but also for some reason even she couldn’t process. No! She needs to focus, she can’t get lost in thought, not right now. Her gaze shifts to her foe, her blush seeming to have never rubbed off even after the few moments it took to get there. God, she felt like a mess.

With a harsh shake of her head, she takes hold of the Punkette arm and drapes it over her neck, her arm instantly wrapping back around their waist. ”I’m sorry for tricking you. I hope you’ll forgive me.” She whispers, keeping her voice low enough that the only recipient would be the Punkette. Her arms, squeeze them tenderly, offering some form of sincerity before she had to do what came next. Granted she was still able to maneuver Eiko, she’d bend in her knees, using them to springboard upward and send her energetic rival over her shoulder for a belly-to-back-suplex in an attempt to take back the advantage. She honestly felt bad about tricking them, maybe she could make it up to them somehow. A signed poster just didn’t feel like enough, not for the amount of fun she was having….despite being flustered.