In the Hall of the Pharaoh - Sahar Abia vs Nicia

Nicia was just about to stand after she got away from Sahar, but her opponent didn't give her any time to plan her next move. The spear struck her midsection and sent her back to the mat, causing her to groan and wriggle on the ground while holding the sore spot. It wasn't a time to keep lying down, Nicia knew that much. Unfortunately the best she could do at the moment was to try rolling away and getting up again, while hoping that Sahar wasn't being too close to her to strike her again.

"Ughhh..."

Sahar charged forward and managed to hit her opponent with a spear, sending her friend Nicia down to the ground. Yet a bit to her surprise, her friend managed to start rolling away as if she was trying to put some distance between the two. Not wanting to give up her advantage, Sahar would give chase, trying to close the distance between herself and Nicia. If the Pharaoh could catch up she would then attempt a soccer kick aimed at the Egyptian gut again, trying to focus the damage in a single spot.

"Agh!" Nicia cried as Sahar gave her no quarter, kicking her in the same spot as she tried to get up, causing her to fall to the ground again. "Aughh..."

She groaned and writhe on the mat, unable to get up straight away this time. She panted slightly, curling up to protect her hurt midsection, which made her rather vulnerable to her opponent at the moment. Already a small part of her mind wondering if the difference between her and Sahar was this huge.

The Pharoah charged forward and managed to kick her opponent right into the gut, making Nicia cry out in pain.  “Did you really think a servant like you could match a divine opponent such as Pharaoh?” ask Sahar in a taunting manner as she watched Nicia grovel on the ground.  The purple hair wrestler would then attempt to start to pull on her opponent hair, trying to get her up.  If successful she would then attempt to pull Nicia forward before trying to knock her back down with a clothesline.

Nicia didn't really have the time to think of a reply to Sahar's statement, as the so called Pharaoh would haul her up by her hair, before hitting her with a clothesline to send her back to the ground again. She groaned and rolled around in agony on the mat, finding it difficult to gather the strength to defend herself.

As much as she didn't want to be ragdolled by her mistress in front of the audience on her debut, it didn't seem like she had too much option at the moment. Nicia would try to get on all four and crawl away from Sahar, but she probably might not get too far from the girl like this.

"D-damn it...."

Sahar had managed to grab onto her friends hair, pulling her up before hitting her with a clothesline, sending Nicia back to the ground. “Come on Nica, surely you can do better than that. I am getting bored here, please provide more entertainment.” stated Sahar as she mocked her friend as she watched her opponent get on all fours and try to crawl away. A smirk would appear on the Pharaoh face as she would then moved forward before attempting to hit her fellow Egyptian with several stomps, trying to soften her up a bit more.

"Agh! Guah...!" Nicia cried as Sahar stomped on her a couple of times, keeping her down and hurt. "Ghhh..."

Nervousness aside, she felt like she surely should have been doing better than this. Sahar might be stronger than her, but not that strong to the point she couldn't even lay a finger on her, or so Nicia thought. She gritted her teeth, and lashed her leg wildly, aiming to strike her opponent's leg to bring her down to the ground.

"D-don't get cocky yet!"

The Pharaoh would give a small giggle at Nicia comment as she hit her with a few stomps. “Oh, what are you doing to do about it? Besides, there is nothing cocky about stating facts.” said the Pharaoh before then being hit by Nicia leg as she was then brought down as if it was timed perfectly. “Gah” stated Sahar as she would then attempt to quickly get up, not wanting to give Nicia a chance to capitalize on the moment.

At least she managed to stop Sahar's offense for a bit with that leg sweep. Nicia would use the opportunity to get a safe distance from her opponent, knowing that jumping straight away at Sahar in her current state wouldn't do her any good. She panted slightly while getting up to her hands and knees, keeping an eye to the other girl's movement while she recovered from the beating. It's been a while since her last real wrestling match that it felt like her body needed to get used to it all over again.

"Tch... she still hits hard as ever..." Nicia muttered as she rubbed the sore spot where Sahar stomped her.

Sahar began to get up from the leg sweep before trying to spot her opponent, Nicia. It seemed that her fellow Egyptian was now putting some distance between herself and the Pharaoh. “Running away? You should have pressed the advantage. Otherwise, you will never win!” said Sahar as she would now start to charge towards her friend as she wanted to recover her momentum that she had built up. Once she had closed the distance, she would attempt an elbow drop on Nicia back, trying to send her opponent back down on the ground again.