Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea had been able to take advantage of her opponent's suffering for a good ten seconds and that was enough for her ego, it would allow her opponent to take her seriously and think before acting or speaking. To make it more humiliating, the blonde didn't take advantage of her opponent and let her opponent get up without even disturbing her for a single second, looking down at her with a bored expression. Clearly, nobody could beat boxing, she was the best technically.

"Mh?"

Astrea stared incomprehensibly at her opponent for a few seconds before laughing like a diva, hiding her lips with the tips of her fingers, not taking her opponent's eyes off her to look down on her.

"Ohohohohohoh!~ Why would I come to you? A weakling like you doesn't deserve me to waste my energy unnecessarily~"

The blonde then begins to hop on the spot, while keeping one hand at the level of her pelvis and the other at the level of her jaw, patiently waiting for her opponent to come towards her. From her point of view, she had nothing to prove by attacking her opponent, she had already won the first offensive. For a total victory in terms of mental, Astrea had to beat her opponent in defense, showing that she was superior in attack and defense.

[Monsy]

This woman reminded her of distant thunderstorms. It's always so loud. You can hear and maybe see the singing of its lightning. But the rain was never there. Because nature always strikes when it wants, with copious amounts of barking or none at all, from cloudbursts to dry thunderstorms. She found the mocking inaction distasteful and disrespectful.

Yet she's the one judged. Psh.

“I see.” Vorona sighed, “Treating anyone with basic respect must be so hard for you.”

And she didn’t feel compelled to stoop there. She had the expression of a disappointed parent, looking at them with duller eyes and standing stationary. Her head shook right before conceding to the challenge, sighing again.

Her arm crossed her chest, and her stance went bladed, twisting the shoulder before feigning a knife-edge chop for Astrea’s chest! But, when her shoulder untwisted, she used the motion to throw her back leg, aimed at Astrea’s leg, then advanced, hoping to close distance and engage in a collar and elbow tie-up!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea was a woman who was proud of her boxing skills, but she knew more than anyone that boxing had a great disadvantage compared to wrestling. It was even the perfect counter, by dint of using her fists she could surely find herself trapped in an armbar.
But Astrea never gave up, she always used her boxing in her match, even if it meant being at a disadvantage... Basically, she was a lot like her friend Quetzalcoatl except that the boxer had things to prove unlike her friend who is just looking to have fun.

She continued to hop around, looking intently at the white-haired wrestler in front of her. As soon as her opponent's shoulder moved, Astrea tightened her defense but strangely, she did not receive any blow. It was a feint, her opponent was simply trying to get closer to her to block a collar and elbow tie-up, which stopped Astrea's jumps.

“Grrrr...!”

It was the worst position for a boxer, so Astrea was forced to show her way of fighting now. She raised her arms to also catch her opponent in a collar and elbow tie-up and pushed her back while grunting slightly in frustration and looking her opponent in the eyes.

"Are you so scared of my fists? You're pathetic~"

[Monsy]

Quick and decisive action had its strength against firepower. Choosing a tactical lane is overcomplicated at times. When asked to come forth — looking at their eyes, their movements and their history told a textbook’s worth of knowledge. Aggression and arrogance. A guard ready to throw a barrage of jaw-seeking missiles. They enjoyed countering. She hated using her own knuckles and being touched by knuckles. Punching was draconian and primitive in every sense, and she needed that game changed now. The earlier, the better. So, she gambled — and it paid off.

Immediately, Vorona faced a new beast. Astrea’s upper body was a solid boulder to Vorona’s slender collar. As expected from a boxer. Her boot slid so her upper half didn’t bend from Astrea’s push. She tensed an eye beneath her mask, then secured her grip tighter and jerked to the side, trying to imbalance and slow down Astrea’s push.

“You don’t tame a wild animal by putting your neck in its mouth.”

A sweat drop formed on her forehead. She took one breath and timed the release with solid action. The hand on Astrea’s collar went to her wrist, applying two grips on one limb. Another breath — She sidestepped, then tried ducking underneath Astrea’s arm and twisting it over into an arm wringer, where the elbow faced the ceiling. If she could get Astrea hunched, the power in Vorona’s knee would suddenly shoot for Astrea’s six-pack abs!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though Astrea had been wrestling for a while, she had never stood out for her strength or her talents as a wrestler but for her adaptation to several types of opponents and her talents as a boxer. However, she knew that boxing was not very effective against wrestling and grabs, yet that did not stop her from continuing to fight in her own way.

After winning her first exchange, she decided to fight in a more noble way by fighting like any wrestler with a collar hold. The two wrestlers started to push each other backwards but neither woman seemed to be able to push the other, mainly because Astrea didn't have much strength in her hands. arms to push her opponent and her legs were perfectly positioned not to move back.

"Nghhh !"

This clash seemed to last forever and was starting to bore the spectators until Vorona decided to take the lead by hitting the blonde's stomach with a knee strike. Astrea sighed in pain and lowered her guard, gradually letting Vorona gain this collar by making her take a step back, then a second, until the blonde found herself with her back to the rope.

[Monsy]

A straight brute contest plucked a fish from water. Vorona was the feather to their rock, with strength coming from her legs while her arms mostly served to squeeze and manipulate limbs and joints. The deadlock wasn't meant to happen. With Astrea's own strategy, Vorona couldn't use her legs to claim more ground, but she kept her core sturdy to not be thrown or shoved back too far. It was fine. She can watch, listen to Astrea's body and look for opportunity.

And she got it. Her knee was cleverly timed with a pull from Astrea -- so it came in with double the power into their iron tummy. Luckily, Vorona had her thigh-high boot as padding. But the sturdiness still tingled into her bone.

Now taking control, Vorona turned her body facing away from Astrea and cinched her arm around their head. A side headlock. She squeezed, tightened it, dipping with her knees then coming back up to torque their neck. Then, after two repetitions, she tried a headlock takeover -- a move that would see Vorona flip Astrea to the canvas, where Vorona could lay on her side, over their chest, her arms still gripped together on Astrea's head.

If successful, the first and most important she'd take was simple: look them in the eye and spit in their face.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Although Astrea was strong at throwing punches, it was clearly the only thing she excelled at, if we forgot all the flaws in her personality. Although she had the advantage in winning this match, she made the mistake of letting her opponent get up to start again rather than keeping her advantage and beating her opponent.

Her egocentrism was her biggest flaw and Vorona took advantage of this, instead of pushing Astrea away to show that she was certainly stronger, she decided to hit Astrea's stomach with her knees, which made Astrea spit in pain. Englishwoman who begins to lean slightly forward and loses strength in her arms.

"Gaaaarh!..."

The blonde-haired ojou looked at her opponent with an aggressive look, she might have small abs but they weren't hard enough to block a knee strike. She hadn't had time to react and insult her opponent that she found herself the next second on the ground, locked in a fairly powerful and restrictive headlock. The worst happened again because Vorona did not leave Astrea alone and also spat in her face.

"GNNNH !!"

Lady Justice exploded with rage, these last minutes were the worst affronts and humiliations of her career as a wrestler. She struggled quickly and wildly, moving her head, her arms, her legs, her hips in every direction so she could push her opponent away and resume a more normal match, after washing her face of course.

[Monsy]

The little ones are always rowdy when they get dirt on their cape.

It’s beautiful watching Astrea unravel, like pieces of a system, refined, powerful, but then they forget they’re a pro wrestler, and they start thrashing like a fussy baby. Having a headlock can only do so much. While she held on, through rage and turmoil. They, however, would move across the canvas in almost a circle. Astrea’s bull bucking steadily loosened Vorona’s grip. It strained her rather lithe arms applying the squeeze and her hips had to move with Astrea’s body to keep up, continuing their circle shuffling on the mat.

“There she is. That wild animal. I bet it feels simply liberating to let her out.”

She smiled to hide her waning control.
Her answer then became simple.

She released her headlock, sat up and went to reach across Astrea's body to grab the far wrist. Then, she pulled on it, trying to flip Astrea's facedown, stretch her arm flat and rotate the wrist a full one-eighty. A second hand applied to the elbow, further rotating it and hoping to tame Astrea in place. Why? Because she wanted to get real close… On all fours, lean in and whisper coldly to this raging animal’s ear.

“Fight harder, little one.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was a very complicated situation for the British who was simply dominated by her opponent thanks to a simple headlock, forcing her to get on the ground and be humiliated with a spit in the face. The humiliation irritated the blond-haired ojou and she made it known in her debates, moving from left to right to free herself from this headlock by putting everything she had into it, even if she had to tire more quickly.

“Let me !!... Nnnnghhh!!”

Her debates managed to release the pressure of the headlock but Vorona voluntarily released Astrea, which allowed her to continue attacking the ojou. Lady Justice found herself in a worse position now as her opponent was now attacking her arms, her main offensive asset, and that was surely one of the worst things to do. Astrea was forced to respond positively to the movements Vorona imposed on her, also turning her body so as not to twist her wrist and elbow, which forced her to remain lying on the ground with her opponent kneeling close to her face.

"Harder ?! Just shut up, you fucking...!"

The blonde continued to growl in rage and stare at her opponent above her having fun, even though Astrea seemed to be wild, she was the prey and Vorona was having fun with it. The ojou was starting to lose patience and could not rely on her upper body at the moment, she had to use her legs to free herself and for this, she pushed her feet against the mast to raise her pelvis and, thanks to her flexibility and a little luck, she could hit Vorona in the face with her knees if she was still close enough to Astrea's ear.

[Monsy]

Now, this animal was stuck on the floor. Pinned like a fish with a knife through its body. THIS was all she could want. Hearing them squirm and try and bite, but always too far from anything concrete. You can liken it to juice, sugary and leaves you with tummy aches when taken in high amounts.

"So un-be-coming.” Vorona taunted, stressing the first few syllables while she watched every facial twitch. Though, it’s that very cause that allowed Astrea to plan, plot and execute! A knee strikes Vorona across the face, and buries itself between her jawline and cheekbone, right into that soft pocket where the teeth lie. Her head snaps to the side and she spits. The force trickles down her neck and her arms go limp -- as her head thunders from a rattling. “Gnh-!”

And she timbers, but catches her grip with an outstretched hand. She stares at the canvas, wipes her face, then turns to look at them coldly. “Tsh.”

But her instinct now was to try and run straight at them -- before Astrea fully reached her feet. She’d ram her full bodyweight into Astrea, hook her arms underneath Astrea’s armpits, which would squish their chests together. She pushed -- and hoped to tackle Lady Justice to the ground where she couldn’t use her deadly fists.