Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea was semi-conscious following her defeat. She had completely given up, whether it was this match or even fighting. Depression and sadness took possession of her body and she only wanted one thing, to leave this ring and rest in her locker room.

But her opponents did not seem to agree with her. Opponents ? Yes, because there were two of them. The ojou may have had her eyes closed, but she could still hear everything around her. The compliments coming from her opponent's partner, Vorona's arrogance but above all... Their plan!

“Uhhh?..”

Astrea was not prepared for this kind of thing and had no time to react. She initially thought it was a very bad joke in very bad taste on the part of her opponent but no, her leggings had really just been removed! Her opponents were trying to undress her and unfortunately for her, her combat outfit was rather easy to remove, rather than to put on!

“S..Stop..!”

The ojou cried out weakly due to fatigue. Her voice was barely audible to those around her and her arguments were... Futile. Her legs and arms moved so slowly it was ridiculous.

[Monsy]

Off one legging and then came the other!
Easy as the one, two, three she scored over Lady Justice!

Astea’s cries, of course, ran over dead ears that Vorona wasn’t going to listen to. Definitely not someone so uninspired to bring BOXING into pro wrestling. So when Astrea said s-stop, Vorona said back to Winter…

“Keep going, dear. Everything goes.”
"Right!"

Winter stood over Astrea, reached down, grabbed the waist-line of her bottoms and then pulled it down her legs in one swoop! At the same time, Vorona was at Astrea’s head, bending over and grabbing the straps of their top and pulling on a mental count of three.

Together, they’d see Astrea naked before all eyes of the world!

… After Vorona finished feeding the top out of Astrea’s colossal amount of hair.

But then!
And only then! Yes.
Would Lady Justice be completely stripped.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The screams, the debates and the tears of the ojou were totally useless. No one felt the slightest compassion for her and no one dared to help her. Poor Astrea was going to end up naked and seen by a lot of people, whether the public or the spectators.

It was... An attack on her modesty! Astrea had not refused a good number of smother matches, hentai or any match that was a little erotic only to end up naked in the middle of lots of spectators... It was so embarrassing and humiliating but above all it discredited her whole character built on seriousness and boxing...

It was the end, Astrea had just lost her last clothes and was completely naked in the center of the ring, surrounded by her opponent and her partner. The ojou was forced to take action in her own way, lying on her back with her legs crossed and hiding her chest with her arms. No one was going to see her private parts... Not as long as she could keep this position...

[Monsy]

This was perfect. Astrea was much better looking without all that unhelpful clothing.

Now. She was a canvas. Unpainted, sure. But that’s where an artist’s touch comes in. All she needed was them to STOP being so resistant with them covering up.

Winter bit her lip, already finding the problem here. Vorona already discarded her top and stood over Astrea, arms crossed. “You still want to resist?” Her eyes rolled, “HMPH!”

Then they stomped on her. Winter stomped their legs. Vorona went for their collar.

STOMP! STOMP!
STOMP! STOMP!

When convinced Astrea was just a little more… compliant, then they worked on turning Lady Justice to her stomach. Winter grabbed her hips from both sides and tried to lift them high into the air so everyone got a view of their ass. Then Winter went for the wrists, feeding them between Astrea’s legs to be wedged behind their knee.

A paradise hold!

And just what made this a hold? Nothing was really holding them in place.

That’s where the final touch came in. With Winter presenting Lady Justice to Vorona, Vorona took the pleasure of stepping on their lower spine, compressing them to the canvas so the audience can lap up this image for weeks to come!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Lying on her back, naked, hiding her private parts as best she could while tears ran down her cheek, Astrea deeply hated Vorona and her partner. It was the greatest humiliation she had suffered since the start of her career... No, in her entire life! The ojou was a pure woman, favoring modesty above all else to keep her almost angelic, untouchable and above all serious side... But Vorona had just destroyed everything.

Worse still, her opponents kicked her to weaken her even more than she already was and stop hiding her skin with her limbs. She found herself covered in injury, sighing in pain with every blow she took until she was forced to expose her private parts and found herself in a humiliating position.

“Uuuh…”

The spectators, although they were on Lady Justice's side in this match, could not help but betray their desire and admired the body of the ojou in front of them. Some even took the opportunity to take a photo of it while Vorona tried her hand at it, using a paradise lock on Astrea to further humiliate her.

"Stop... please..."

[Monsy]

Fufufu~

Vorona can only help but notice the lack of jeers from the crowd now that Astrea was naked and placed into a hold. Her smirk grew, swelled by the irony of their flexible morals. In-fact, she was close to having a little laugh.

"Why? Eeeeveryone wants to see Lady Justice like this. More than seeing you win in any uninspired capacity.” Vorona’s hand flipped up with an eyeroll. She then took that hand and spanked them on their naked ass cheek.

SMACK!!

Then rubbed the spot, going up higher to grab a pinch of Astrea’s multi-coloured hair.

Sky blue with golden blonde. She chuckled with a closed mouth.

“Oy-voy. You were a proud, albeit filthy boxer. Were, being the keyboard.”

“And now, she’s a L. O. S. U. R!” Winter added, pumping her fists modestly like a little jig.

A sweat drop appeared on Vorona’s forehead.

“It’s l-o-s-e-r, dear.” Her finger snapped. “But yes, indeed. A loser. With no one that can save her from our… punishments.”

And so, Vorona took her seat on Astea’s hips. A leg went over the other. She spanked them again, in that exact same spot.

Winter pointed her body in Vorona’s directions, hands in front of herself, going up to her tippy-toes before down again. She did this three times, blushing. And thus, Vorona asked.

“Would you like a turn?”

Winter nodded rapidly. Then she offered her hand, which was dainty and wrapped in white ribbon with a bow on the back of her palm. Vorona planted a kiss to it, marking it with black lipstick before Winter’s arm charged up and SPANKED Astrea again for a third time. Same spot. Now: with lipstick.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite the numerous refusals, debates, cries of pain and tears, nothing stopped Vorona and Winter who continued to humiliate the blond and blue haired ojou. This time, the two partners decided to show everyone what Astrea looked like naked and especially her magnificent buttocks, rather muscular in fact.

But Astrea's buttocks were not going to be admired for long by spectators for her muscles because Vorona took advantage of her position to slap the ojou's butt. Once, twice and a third time, powerful slap that was heard throughout the ring and left the spectators silent, compared to Astrea who screamed and cried in pain after each spank.

"Ahhh! Gaaahh!! Gyaaaahhh!!... Uhhhhf... Please..."

Astrea was too weak to turn her head, her forehead was forced to remain pressed against the mat, only being able to watch her drops of sweat and tears fall against the mat while listening to what her opponents were saying.

"...Stop...Kyah!...Kyaaahhh!!!...St-Ooooaaahhh!!.."

The cries of the ojou grew louder and louder. Although her bottom was red from Vorona's spankings, now a trace of black lipstick accompanied her bottom. It was so humiliating... Astrea even thought about leaving LAW after this humiliating match... But a voice was heard. A voice that came from the audience, the voice of someone normally rather cheerful that she knew very well... It was her partner, Quetzalcoatl, who came to rescue her.

"HEYYYY!! DON'T TOUCH MY BEST FRIEND YOU BULLIES ! I'M COMING FOR YOU ASTREA !!"

Quetzalcoatl

[Monsy]

What to do, what to do…

They could do so much to punish this girl! Maybe another submission? Tying her up? Winter diiiiid have ribbons on her that could suit this very purpose. But she so loved how her Songbird looked with them on, so that wouldn’t do.

Ah. Her fingers made a snap.

“Dear. Did you bring the paint?”

Winter had an evil grin when asked that very question. BUT, before she got to gratify her Sun with an agreeable and rewardable answer, there was a shout from the crowd.

“Just who was that?” Vorona asked. And Winter looked around, furious at whoever was going to interrupt her Sun’s session.

“Your best friend is busy!” Winter shouted, ready to confront the threat that was coming. Then Vorona stood up, staring out. And when she finally found the threat homing into the ring, there was a dry gulp in her throat as she put a hand in front of Winter.

When she saw Quetzacoatl too, Winter shrieked. “Eep!!” Then turned around and went to slip out of the ring. And before Vorona could share the ring with Quetz too, Vorona would also make a quick exit by rolling beneath the bottom rope.

[Bearhug Goddess]

No one in the crowd wanted to intervene in this humiliation, whether it was the LAW staff, the audience or even other wrestlers. No one except one person, Astrea's only ally, her one and only best friend and in-ring partner, Quetzalcoatl.

The name of Quetzalcoatl was rather well known in LAW, because of her great strength but also her great kindness which almost made her stupid. The blonde-haired French girl who nicknamed herself the Sun Goddess was an outgoing woman, the kind of wrestler who became friends with everyone and never got angry if someone insulted her or cheated on her. At least, it was before this match because Quetzalcoatl hated one thing, people who humiliated her friends.

She had seen the match and left the crowd when Astrea lost, waiting for her in her locker room so she could comfort her best friend who was in a long losing streak. But after several minutes, rumors from the corridors said that the match was not over and that Vorona continued to humiliate the ojou... This angered the Frenchwoman who did not hesitate to intervene to end this match.

“Quetz ?..”

Astrea raised her head slightly, wanting to see her friend come to her aid. Her tears of sadness and shame almost turned into tears of joy, she was reassured to see that someone was there to protect her... But Vorona and Winter seemed to know that they would be no match for to Quetzalcoatl and then decided to move away to escape. This did not please Astrea at all who tried to grab Vorona's leg with the little strength she had left, she could not stop her but surely slow down just enough so that Quetzalcoatl could catch her.

"Stay here..."

[Monsy]

Winter envisioned their escape perfectly at this point. For she knew they didn’t need to fight anymore, even if she wanted to destroy them both. She trusted her Sun had a plan for that. So as she slipped out of the ring, she turned back to see Vorona snagged by the wench!

“Ah!” Sweat formed on her hairline.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Vorona snarled, then wiggled her ankle and giving a tug. It dragged Astrea along. But not enough to truly be free.

So Winter scrambled, looking left and then right. “Um! Um!” And then she saw it. The Bell Keeper!

Her index fingers touched each other. She swallowed her remorse and acted quickly, rushing them and drop-kicking them in the chest. They shrieked and fell back in their chair. It tipped and both were on their back. Winter quickly recovered, grabbed the chair legs, leaned back on her heels and tugged it free.

“Here!” Winter shouted, shoving the chair beneath the bottom rope. Vorona continued to shout at the woman.

“It’s too late for you to start grappling, gnat. You failed and you can only fail. The reason your friend is coming is because they take sore pity on you! Useless woman!”

Though she was getting immensely more desperate. She bent over and picked up the chair slid to her. Then raised it overhead, sneering once again as the power was in her hands. She envisioned getting away with this; all of it. Before Quetzalcoatl came, who made the artist’s heart sink into her stomach.

She needed to get away from her.

“Let go.” Then she brought the steel chair down.

WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!

“Let go now!”