Down, down, down the intruder slides, having stepped upon a trapped floor tile in the long-forgotten temple. Separated from her expedition party, the bookish woman slams into the surprisingly springy floor of a dark and mysterious chamber with a loud CRUNCH.
“Oh, bother!” she shouts, grasping for the glasses she had used only moments before to read the hieroglyphics along the temple walls, detailing the trials of the ancient culture.
She stumbles, dusting off her trousers and fumbling for a flint and tinder, but pauses, glancing around.
Was that a light she saw?
Was that a whisper she heard?
Ghastly green lights flare to life upon stone rafters high above. They coalesce together at where she stands, exposing the top-heavy and broad-shouldered explorer.
She holds her hand up to her brow, just below the ponytailed pink hair.
A ghostly voice echoes in the back of her mind, making her whirl around, facing a pole sticking out of the ground, connected by ropes at a right angle. “Introducing from all the way from Anteronia University, tomb robber for the Great Caravan and desecrater of ancient secrets, Doctor Nadiya bint Mariam!”
The apparitions of other sounds fill the air, booing and hissing.
“Now see here!” the sandy scholar says, hands upon her hips. “I am a respected scholar of archaeology. I am no mere grave robber. The secrets of this grand civilization should be shared with the world!”
The lights leave her and circle around in intricate patterns before turning toward the opposite corner of what is obviously some kind of arena. Dr. Mariam’s eyes widen as she sees the sarcophagus at the opposite end.
“And in this corner…” the ghostly voice begins, pausing for dramatic effect.
“My word,” the scientist breathes, clutching her half-unbuttoned blouse.
The coffin lid bursts down, slamming onto the mat below, making it forcefully shake. A bandaged hand grabs one edge, and another soon follows, pulling out the large, curvaceous, and grinning figure from within.
“Erotiwarrior of times long past, Chosen fighter of the Tournament of Pleasure, and guardian of our sacred rituals. Iiiiit’s-!”
“Thiffrin Iccran!” the doctor shouts, dissipating the ghostly voice. “Or would you rather I call you “Mummy Thi’iic?”
Thi’icc stomps out of her casket, her shoulders hunched, bandages dangling down off her body. Her grin widens, showing off the sharp teeth. “Well, now it’s not often someone speaks the old tongue.”
“I’m a scholar of antiquity,” Nadiya says. “Like my father before me. I basically learned it in the crib. I have great respect for your culture.
Thi’icc chuckles, cracking her knuckles. “Sorry, but I can’t let you take things, no matter how much you claim to respect my culture. All you poachers are the same. Now, prepare for the mummy’s curse!” she says, raising her arms, spreading her legs, and cackling dryly.
“Hold just a tick,” the scientist says, holding up one finger. With her free hand, she begins to unbutton her shirt.
“Huh?” The mummy unhunches, watching her with a tilted head.
Soon, Dr. Mariam lifts her top over her head, exposing her toned adventurer’s body to the mummy, her breasts bound tightly around her chest. “I may not be an erotiwarrior, but I must respect your custom,” she says, undoing her belt.
“Really, now?” Thi’icc says, licking her lips with a long, pointed, black tongue. “Well, little miss Bookworm. Just because you work out by picking up, scrolls don’t mean you can go toe-to-toe with me.
Kicking her pants aside, the archaeologist remains in her boots and undergarments, stretching one shoulder and the other. “I beg to differ. You’re a thing of the past, best left for study than for battle. I have mastered the sciences of exposing and uncovering history and  Thiffrin,” she says, hand on her hip and pointing toward the mummy, “you’re ancient history.
The ghostly audience boos and cheers in mixed intervals, and Thiffrin stands arms akimbo, nodding once. “Well, then.” She says, stepping up to look at her opponent. “Let’s see who’s really got it. Can you bring it? Because you’ll need bandages more than me when I’m through.
Nadiya steps up, her chest pressing against the bandaged chest of the mummy, looking up towards the covered eyes of her opponent. “It will be a pleasure to raid your tomb.”
Thi’icc snorts, stepping back, rolling her shoulders, and waiting.
A ghostly green hand picks up an intricate hammer and throws all its might to the ceremonial bell. Its ring echoes throughout the chamber, and the two women rush at each other with its sound. Still, Thi’iic’s strike his faster and stronger, hitting Nadiya by the throat and sending her falling back onto the mat.
The swift attack makes the doctor’s voice hoarse as she catches her breath. In this moment of agony, the mummy walks away, raising her arms and gesturing to the crowd.
At this moment, when the first attack is thrown, the explorer hops up, licks her lips, and smiles.
A moment later, she rushes up to Thi’iic, wrapping her arms around the ancient warrior, her cheek pressed against her back, her muscles straining as she fights to lift!
Thi’iic gasps, her legs flailing as she loses her space on the mat. She finds herself thrown to the side by the surprise grapple, only to find the woman scramble on top of her, pinning her down, their chests pressed together.
Both combatants smile wide at each other, but Thiffrin Iccran speaks up first. “Oh, honey, you’re a fighter, but are you a real champ?”
When she asks this, she wraps her legs around Nadiya’s waist. She rolls backward, lifting the woman and slamming her shoulders against the ground. The mummy hops up onto two feet and one hand. “Because a real champ can go beyond what’s human!”