Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

The blonde and blue haired ojou felt something hit her chest while she was defenseless, forcing her to lie on her back and feel a weight on her chest. A weight that crushed her, hurting her and above all preventing her from breathing properly because of the pressure. Small grunts and roars of pain and fatigue escaped the blinded wrestler's lips... But the worst was what she could hear.

“ONE!”

The referee... Was he really going to accept this pinfall after everything she had just been through? It was so unfair, Astrea had just suffered two banned blows and her opponent wasn't going to be punished for that? Worse, she was going to be rewarded with a victory?...

How regrettable it was... The ojou thought she had even a little justice but it must be believed that no one was more effective than her in doing justice. She was Lady Justice and if no one was capable of protecting her, then she would protect herself!

“TWO!”

“Nghh.. Graaah..”

The Brit then leaned forward to lift her shoulders off the mast, breaking the pinfall in this way. If everything went well, the referee would finally do her job by intervening in the match, forcing Vorona to step back to let the ojou get up.

[Monsy]

Astrea’s tits made an adequate foot-rest. Especially for this… hard-working, fair and now exhausted professional artist. She deserved this victory, in a form that fit her wildest desires and curated image, respected to the minute details. And for a moment, she had exactly that. Boos were heavy as the referee made their count.

And miraculously, the kickout!
Vorona’s foot slipped. Her lips tightened into this form struggling to contain itself. Fear nibbled on the back of her neck, making the peach hairs stand as she thought of Astrea getting up again. It made her heart jump but also sink. It, in turn, made her look angrier as she tried to immediately stomp on Astrea, only to be blocked by the referee.

“Nooo. NO! You need to back up.” The referee said with spread arms to block the artist, who pushed on them and spoke firmly.

“Move aside, she’s finished. I had her for three and everyone knows it. You're just a little incompetent, aren't you?"

The referee gave two fingers. “It was two! Now back up.”

Realizing she couldn’t argue, she instead chose to glare over the referee’s shoulder and shout…

“Give up, Astrea. I know you want to. All that pain between your legs and in your eyes must be getting to you. I know it must be. Such a poor, sad Goddess, who can punch but can't wrestle even close to my quality.”

And as Vorona backed up and the referee’s back was turned to Astrea, Winter had climbed up onto the apron. Her arms were crossed over the top turnbuckle pad, her cheek on-top of her forearm like it was a pillow. When they met in the corner, Winter cupped Vorona’s face, then locked lips in a sweaty and soft kiss. First one to say hello, then the second with tongue to pass along a capsule that was sitting in Winter’s mouth.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Pain and frustration. Out of breath and sweating. Even if Astrea had managed to free herself from Vorona's pinfall, she still remained blind and tired. The pain was still there, coursing through her entire body as she pushed herself up to at least a sitting position.

She could hear the referee and her opponent talking, that jerk of a referee was finally acting and Vorona was being harder than usual. Her words echoed in the ojou's head, making her feel anger and rage towards her again. It was sure now, Astrea really didn't like Vorona at all and wanted to defeat her several times if necessary to teach a good lesson to this heel who was far too arrogant for a cheater.

"Shut up.."

She began to stand up, using her arms to put herself on her knees without knowing what was happening around her.

"I won't give up... My fists can touch you and that's all I need to win... I'm not pathetic, nor incompetent, let alone a goddess... Tonight..."

She rose to her feet, standing in front of her opponent in a boxer's pose. Her fists were clenched, her knees were shaking and her teeth were clenched. She finally opened her eyes and prepared to strike where Vorona's head was.

"...I will be Astrea the Lady Justice!!"

[Monsy]

The last thing Vorona wanted was an Astrea that can stand and fight.

Whenever Astrea regained a crumb of strength, she felt a shiver in her back. Her nape. And her tummy, which was tight with an inhale that really didn’t wanna let go. Colour would slowly drain and she’d be forced to put on her best stoic face while it simultaneously drained of blood.

"...I will be Astrea the Lady Justice!!"

The crowd’s approval was thunderous! Powerful! And unanimous behind Lady Justice! Vorona’s head darted left and right as they made their support known. All were practically begging for Astrea to punch her into next week!

Vorona, for her part, was frozen stiff with her legs unable to move and had a small jump when Astrea’s determined eyes began piercing her soul.

“T-Tch…” HUFF. “You will not land a SINGLE blow.” Her hands raised for a grappler’s stance as she slowly dragged her feet apart. Knees shaken. Hamstrings tight. Breathing heavily through clenched teeth that had a faint red over her right canines.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea managed to get up and resume a boxing position. She was ready to fight again, clenching her fists to slightly forget the pain all over her body but also to put as much force as possible into her next blow. She closed her legs and opened her eyes, looking at the masked wrestler with a tired and angry look... Her next move was going to be her last.

She had the support of the public, everyone was asking Astrea to finally deliver this final blow and end this match in style. It was time to teach this heel a lesson and bring justice to this ring! Evil could not win against good!

“I will !!”

The ojou screamed one last time before taking a step forward and finally throwing her fist forward. If she wanted to end this fight all she had to do was aim for Vorona's chin, her legs would give out and maybe she would even fall unconscious! Astrea's gaze only looked at that, she was sure to be faster than her opponent and that would give her an almost certain victory!

[Monsy]

Dammit…
She was supposed to stay down. Collapse under her own incompetence. Anything but standing and ready to fight again! Vorona was internally swirling to get herself together. Like every inch of preparedness undoing her expression into something that looked more scared than before.

Winter was in position. Everything was right. She just needed to avoid taking the final hit.
Losing would be… beneath her!

Astrea came forward.
Vorona’s eyes went bigger. The fist came and Vorona leaned back instinctively, hands going out to…

Catch it?
She caught it! One hand cupped around the knuckles while the other held Astrea’s wrist firmly in place.

Winter on the other side of the ring climbed up the steps, getting the referee’s immediate attention once again for the critical point. Vorona bit the capsule which started to spread and give her tongue a metallic taste.

“Finally…”

Then she tugged the arm down and leaned over Astrea’s fist. She blew all the black mist into their eyes before letting go, hoping this would cause a huge stun! Because right then, Vorona would run, executing a counter-clockwise spin and ELBOWING them right in the temple with her strike finisher...

Gates of Regalia!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astre's fist lunged at her opponent, as quickly and as hard as possible. All her hopes, her victory and her desire for revenge were concentrated in this blow... Which did not her its target.

It was worse than the ojou could have imagined, Vorona had just blocked her blow by grabbing Astrea's fist as if nothing had happened. The Briton's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it... Was she that weak?... Wasn't she also arrogant to think that her opponent wouldn't be capable of being as fast as her?

She didn't know it... She didn't know anything about it! She was simply stunned by this improbable scenario. But Vorona was ready for a payback!

“AHHHH!”

The ojou was blinded, dust or black paint covered her face and especially burned her eyes. It was painful, tears even ran down her cheeks as she was blinded again... But now that she thought about it, she was also defenseless and this was punished by the masked wrestler.

“Gnhh?!..”

Astrea takes a few steps back before her knees give out on her, causing her to fall to her knees with her fists completely lowered. She wasn't in a fighting stance, she was unguarded, staring blankly at her with tears in her eyes as she stared at Vorona's legs in front of her. Her breathing was weak, her breathing was silent and a headache was making her dizzy from the elbow he received in the temple.

Vorona was going to win.

It was the worst thing she could admit since she started wrestling. It was a defeat and a total humiliation, Astrea couldn't do anything more in this match. She owed an apology to everyone who supported her in this match but especially to herself, she had failed to protect herself and avenge herself. Her body became heavy and fell forward, face down.

Finally, Vorona wasn't wrong. Astrea was just an incompetent who can't wrestle.

[Monsy]

After the connected elbow strike.
Vorona was expecting them to fall completely flat on their back or hips up, face-down in front of her. Like a normal, average-willed human being. So when she saw Astrea only go down to her knees and give her a dazed, but still clearly awake look, her heart-sank to her stomach…

It… can’t be…
No one can be that strong…

She hid it with anger in her face. Stepping forward, she touched them on the forehead and received no response. They didn’t look much alive in there… All tears… Blank… Fufufufufufu~

“As fate would have it.” Vorona would reel back her knee and deliver one clean against their chin, hoping to send them tumbling onto their back. “I am just better than you.”

Then she stepped on Astrea’s face, amidst a wave of jeers and a referee who looked in shock and glassy eyes. Lady Justice had failed?! A-Ahh…

But as the crowd looked in anger, fear and heartbreak, Vorona started to chuckle with new pompous air. Her smile curled into something sinister as she twisted her heel on Astrea's facial features, smearing all that mist and whatever was on the bottom of her boot on Lady Justice’s face.

The referee dropped down. And counted, reluctantly…

“One!”

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was over.

Astrea was not as strong and durable as her partner and best friend, Quetzalcoatl, who was clearly having a better career than her. She felt so weak, so ridiculous, so... worthless.

She wasn't totally knocked out, just... Too tired and weak to move a single muscle. She felt her opponent's heel crash into her cheek, completely pinning the French woman's head to the ground while hurting her jaw. The referee was forced to duck and slap her palm for the pinfall count.

“ONE!”

One second already. The ojou had completely given up anyway, even if she got up she couldn't do anything. She closed her eyes, letting one last tear fall down her cheek as the referee finally ended the match.

"TWO! THREE!!"

DING DING DING

The end of match bell rang in the room. The audience was silent for the first few seconds, not understanding how Astrea could have lost. Everyone was speechless and the blonde and blue haired ojou remained on the ground for several more seconds, too tired to get up on her own, even attracting the attention of some people who wondered if Astrea had been knocked out.

[Monsy]

To fill the void of silence, Winter clapped. “Yes!” She went, hands held together in front of her chest, grinning with her bottom lip rolled in and looking up at the ring with glitter in her iris. Left to right, she turned. A warm fuzzy feeling rumbled in her tummy with honey and butterflies as Vorona stepped on the French bitch’s cheek.

Then the crowd booed. Vorona’s hand was raised and she continued to hold her footing on Astrea’s face.

Winter got inside the ring and stood at Astrea’s feet, looking over her.

“Wowwww… She looks strong! You think she was made like statues of some kind like...”

Winter mimicked a mallet and chisel and began to animate giving herself a pair of six pack abs like they were a marble slab. Then she made a bicep and touched it, “And such big arms…”

“And yet, she still loses.” Touted Vorona with her reinforced ego and inner stoicism. Winter cued a small clap to applaud the comment, then Vorona added.

“Care to strip her, Winter?” Vorona asked. Winter was quick to nod.
“Oh, yes. We can put it on a Mannequin!”

Vorona nudged Winter with a nod to start. Winter squatted down instantly over one leg and began to pull away at Astrea’s leggings, pulling them back and off completely! When one was done, she went for the other!