Abid vs. Kim Rhee - Forced Attrition

It was so easy, so predictable, that Kim almost felt something approaching shame. In reality, she was playing with Abid’s emotions, toying with a woman who likely hadn’t had real intimacy for quite some time, if ever. She didn’t know the relationship between her and Bob, but it seemed one-sided, if what she’d seen from backstage was an accurate depiction. A place like the AFW would eat you alive if that was your typical state.

All the natural reactions were happening, and Kim was happy to see that she hadn’t lost her touch as age creeped on. Abid, bless her, was trying to resist, but every teasing rub seemed to make her weaker and weaker, to the point where the hold was scarcely a problem, turning from a crushing hold into a gentle embrace. She had the most adorable question, too, and Kim gave a simple answer in return.

”Why not?”

With that, she decided the time was right to change things around. She pulled her head forward, then jerked it back hard, trying to slam the back of her skull into Abid’s nose, a move that would leave her loopy enough for the moment to be seized.

This was okay. She was in control.

She could take her eyes off of Kim, she didn't need to see her. She could feel her... Oh god how she could feel her. Her fingers were still linked, they didn't need to be tight, they held all the same.  Why did she need to pull Kim as far back as she could? Surely things were fine as they were. She was moaning after all... Though she knew it wasn't pain. Not really.

The ring had been an interesting experience for Abid, full of wonder and peril. The world opened up to her here, she could be...

Be what?

She didn't know who or what this was, this role she had assumed. It certainly wasn't her. She would never do these things. Never indulge in base urges like this. She was loyal, dutiful, unyielding. What was she here? Who was she here? She didn't have a name. She was a nothing. A blank slate. Someone new, something frightening yet exciting. She was...

Recoiling in pain. The back of Kim's skull crashed into the bridge of her nose sending her backwards. Her hold of the woman fell away instantaneously. She leaned away, clutching her face in her hands, slumping back onto her knees. Her scream of pain was muffled as she buried it into her palms.

Kim couldn’t see the impact of her head against Abid’s face, in a poor position to watch it on the titantron, but she could make reasonable guesses based on scattered clues, like the way the audience was hissing and wincing in sympathy, recoiling away from the sight. Or the sound she heard about her when she threw her head back, like a bowling ball hitting a coconut.

Maybe she’d feel bad about that later. Maybe.

It worked, though, so at least the logic behind the move was sound enough. Abid was sent away, reeling and squealing through her hands, her skull properly rocked and her body wide oepn. Something that Kim couldn’t help but take advantage of.

After taking a hot second to rub her aching shoulders, she rolled over and scooted towards Abid. She grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting them up with her as she stood. She pouted as she looked down on her victim, genuine concern...mixed with more than a little mischief. An odd combination. ”If it makes you feel any better, I’m only going so hard because I want you. Badly.”

With that, Kim stepped through Abid’s legs, then spun around while she held one, twisting it, bending it at the knee. She grabbed the other leg, tucked the bent leg behind it, held it in place with her own leg, and fell back, finishing the move.

The figure-four leglock. It had tapped out many a female wrestler over the years, and Abid was about to join the list.

She dropped onto her backside, as she choked back the pain, clutching her face tightly. As Kim grabbed hold of her ankles her hands came away from her face. The grim realization of what was about to happened was accented by a red line snaking down her face from the split in her nose, Kim's head had done a number on her, enough to draw blood.  Abid fell onto her back as the other woman yanked her ankles up out from under her, legs lifted high. She grunted as her body thudded against the mat, arms reaching up at her adversary, trying to sit herself up and grab hold of her as she worked her legs into the hold. The desperation was in her face as she clawed at the air. She knew what this was. She knew how much it was going to hurt.

As Kim fell back and cinched the hold in her her jaw clenched. her back slammed back against the mat as she pounded a fist on the mat. The referee hurried over, questioning if she was tapping out. "No!" She writhed on the floor as Kim set fire to her legs. She screamed and trashed, clawing at the mat as she tried to slowly start dragging herself to the ropes, shoving off the ground with her palms to hop and butt scoot her way. Progress was so slow, she need to not be on her back. She continued to thrash, with purpose now, trying to roll them over onto their stomachs so she could better crawl. It was a long shot, but she would try anything.

The One True King finally stirred, standing from His human throne. With arms folded He took a sit from His glass, a smirk playing across his features. His sanguine eyes lightened with visible mirth, shoulders shaking slightly. His lips pulled tight as He watched the two, the desperate thrashing of Abid as she did all but openly weep in agony. His head lowered, golden tresses falling across His features as he could hold it in no longer. He began to laugh, softly at first but it grew, built upon itself until He had lifted his head again.

He seemed almost overjoyed, as if this was the best thing the world had to offer Him. He stifled his laughter just long enough to drink deep from his glass. When He resumed it was more controlled, quiet, little more than a chuckle. The wide grin remained as He looked on with seemingly no cares in the world that his chosen avatar in this battle was being torn to shreds.

"No....no no no... no! Stop! NO! Kim... Kim please! Please don't! I can't!" Abid had sudden become more frantic, more wild as the near manic laugh caught her ears, urged into an even more desperate struggle against Kim's vice grip on her legs. if it were physically possible for her to try harder than she already had been, she would have. If anything, her efforts had become worse, sloppy as there was actual fear in her cries now.

This hurt. Kim knew from personal experience that this hurt. She’d had this move done to her a couple of times, and she remembered the utter agony that the move could impart, the feeling of your sinews splitting and your bones bending, as if your legs were only a few twists away from coming apart at the seams. The worst part was the utter helplessness of the move, the way it taunted you by making your salvation so close, yet so far away

It was cruel, but effective. Simple, yet brutal. That was why Kim had chosen it, and as Abid suffered through the move, it lived up to its reputation.

Abid went into the move, but she did not suffer quietly. The thrashing about took Kim by surprise - not that she hadn’t expected it, but the intensity was new, and it was a struggle just to keep the move locked tight. She pressed hard, kept it locked, determined to make this the tipping point. This was a worthy opponent, and the better shape she was in when she gave in, the happier they would both be.

Everything was good. Everything was okay. Kim had this under control. No worries.

Then she heard it.

At first, she thought the laughs just came from some in the audience, some fan with a weird sense of humor. But no, that couldn’t be. This laugh was close, too close for that. She looked to the side, and sure enough, it was Bob. Smiling. Laughing. Enjoying the sight of his little plaything in agony.

Abid responded by going into an insane amount of duress, as if Kim’s legs were made burning hot metal, and suddenly the whole scenario made her stomach churn. She wanted Abid to submit, but not when this guy was looking at her that way, getting a cheap thrill out of it. She wasn’t doing this for his sick pleasure, not for him to get his rocks off.

She gave Kim’s legs one final squeeze, then released the hold and abruptly rolled away, making her way to the outside of the ring. She came of the apron and stood in front of Bob, looking up at his hulking frame, sternly staring straight at him.

”Hey, there.” She canted her head to the side, as if looking at him from another angle might help. It didn’t.””What’s so funny?”

As Abid was released from Kim's hold over her, she curled up into a ball, clutching her legs through a cry of anguish. One eye was pressed tightly shut when the other watch Kim make her way outside the ring, slightly blurry from the tears that had welled up in her eyes from the pain. She took ragged gasps of air as she slowly started to crawl her way towards the two on the outside, nursing her leg.

The One True King looked down upon Kim, both literally and figuratively. It had amazing how such a small woman had been able to maul Abid so thoroughly. Certainly well worth the trip here tonight. He took a sip from his glass, taking his sweet time to responding to her. The serious look upon her face was amusing as well. He was still chuckling. "Your performance tonight has been expectantly enjoyable, so much so my stomach no longer turns at the thought of having to look upon you." He casually swirled the wine within his glass as she asked what he found so amusing.

A brow lofted. Hadn't it been obvious? Perhaps he  had given this worm far too much praise already.

"Surely you understand, as it is you who have toyed with the poor girl all this time. So cruel." He tsked softly. "Are you enjoying playing with her so? I for one have found the results of your efforts to be rather insightful." He casually gestured a hand out o Abid who had crawled herself to the bottom rope, nearly hanging off the ring as she stared at the two of them. He cast a glanced her way, she in turn turned from his gaze, unable to meet his eye.

"It brings me great satisfaction to watch her suffer for her follies. An endless well of humor it provides as the fool dances for her Master. Were you not as lowly stock as you are, I may have thanked you for such a show. I doubt others who may have faced her would have been as heartless as you. A true embodiment of the filth the AFW has to offer on full display." He raised his glass to his lips, smirking down at Kim as he sipped.

Abid dropped herself out from the ring, landing hard on her hands and knees. She stared up at them from behind. The thin trail of blood running down her nose pooled near the tip, dropping to the ground leaving a small red dot before her.

Kim stood there. She watched as he spoke. Listened. Didn’t interrupt him. Hung on every word as he went on and on, as if he was thrilled at the sound of his own voice. There was an eloquence to the way he spoke, a refined diction that she didn’t see in most men or women or people in general for that matter.  Every word came out like it was meant for the listener to savor it. Every sentence was so clear and well-formed.

Yet, despite all that, Kim had never heard someone she so utterly loathed in a record breaking amount of time.

She looked over her shoulder as Kim came sliding out and went to her hands and knees, and everything seemed to come into stark focus. She’d been putting the pieces together, seeing more and more of the true nature of Abid and this man, but now there was nothing ambiguous about it. She really did worship him. He really did expect himself to be worshipped. No wonder she was so confused in the ring, like she didn’t know how to respond to real affection. This monster of a man had denied it to her.

She didn’t know how they had gotten to that point, couldn’t imagine what weird circumstances led to Abid worshipping him like a literal god. She didn’t much care. All she knew was that the sight of him standing there, taking such perverse joy in their fight, as a woman who adored him was torn apart...it was too much. Something had to be done.

So Kim did something. She gave Abid one final, look, then turned to her ‘master’ and slapped the glass out of his hand. ”Enough.”

The glass traveled to the ground, spinning in the air. It impacted with a soft clink, a network of small cracks shooting through the surface like a network of tree roots. The contents of the glass spilled to the ground, sinking into the matted floor. Gilgamesh looked down upon Kim, the humor in his expression had died, replaced with a flat unimpressed look. He hand was still raised to where the glass had been, but now it slowly dropped to His side. "You impudent mongrel... I grow tired of this game, end this charade." He gave a small dismissive gesture with his had, slipping back down to sit as if Kim wasn't worth any more of his time.

Abid stared up wide eyes as Kim knocked the glass from her Master's hand. Pushing her hands to the ground she shoot up on wobbling legs. Her mind had already been made up, but to also hear His decree... She leaned forward, shooting towards Kim as she grabbed for her hair. She planted her feet, yanking the woman as roughly as she could, trying to drag her away from her Master and send the woman into the apron of the ring. She took a step back, putting herself between Kim and her Master. Her eyes twitched  as she breathed out long ragged breathes. Her legs separated , her foot sliding along the ground as she worked herself into a fighting stance. Her hands were raised, fingers curled into savage looking claws.

"How... how dare you... HOW DARE YOU!"

The audience, save for a select few nearby, couldn’t hear a single word that Bob was saying, and had no idea of just how nauseatingly insulting the man could be. All they saw was Kim standing there with a growing look of bewilderment as he spoke and looked down on her like a roach swimming in his punchbowl.

Knocking the glass out of his hand, though, was something that needed little translation. The crowd broke into hysterics before it could even crash on the floor, laughing and pointing and whooping and hollering.

Abid, however, had a different kind of response.

Kim shrieked as her hair was yanked and she was sent staggering into the apron. She hit it hard and nearly fell to a knee, but managed to grab the skirt and stay upright at the last second. ”How dare I?” She moved back into her own stance as she stared at Abid, as if she weren’t sure what planet this woman came from. ”He treats you like complete dirt and you’re mad at me? Snap out of it!”

The One True King folded one leg over the other chuckling darkly behind Abid. He slowly shook his head. "A lowly maggot such as you cannot comprehend what it is to know true devotion. Worry not, once you belong to me, I will see it instilled into your every fiber. Look now upon the reflection of what awaits for you." He casually gestured towards the woman who had come to his defense.

Abid snarled at Kim, a seething hatred in her eyes growing more the woman spoke. She lunged forward, clawed hands both going on a viscous assault unlike anything she had done within their match. A quick two strikes, the first meant to bury itself within Kim's midsection with the base of her palm. If it connected, her fingers would snap around the woman's tender flesh, fingers and nails digging in, twisting.

Her other hand had more crippling intentions. She thrust it upward to strike Kim's chest with her palm, upon contact her hand jutted up to slam her hand up at Kim's throat with the space between thumb and fingers to decimate the woman's ability to breath properly. She would wrench her fingers down into her flesh her was well, but not to cause pain, these were meant to pinch off the flow of blood.