"Pride personified- Agatha vs Rosalina!"

[SubtleRoar]

*Fresh off an impressive win over Hinoka, the buxom blondeshell Agatha was delighted to learn that she, out of everyone else on the roster, had received a special request against an unknown rookie to face her in the ring today.* "Huh...I wonder why. I'm not too highly venerated..." *She pondered to herself; it was quite a strange situation she found herself in, but decided not to ruminate on it for long as she changed into her revealing attire. Trotting towards the opaque curtain, an immaculate glow spreading from cheek to cheek, Agatha released a deep breath before her music finally hit. She burst through the drapes, the crowd popping instantaneously upon seeing their scandinavian sweetheart make yet another appearance so soon. Although Agatha was well aware that she had supporters, she still couldn't believe the amount of love she received from complete strangers from all across the stadium.*

*Finally making her way towards the steel steps, she gave her final waves as the terminus of her entrance approached. There was an unnerving feeling about this particular match, but the norse woman wasn't quite capable of putting her finger on it.* "Oh well" *She spoke aloud* "I hope my opponent is ready to duke it out with one of LAW's toughest tonight!" *Her excitement obvious to anyone around her, Agatha couldn't wait to throw down in the ring.*

[SchierSchoch]

The anticipation is building up inside Rosalina, this is her first legit match with a powerful contender. Despite what she has heard from others saying, that her opponent may not be the top contender on the roster, Rosalina doesn't give quarter or pay gossip and truth. She learned never to underestimate her opponents, for that is the downfall of her. Preparing herself for war, she dons, what she calls her, Banshee Warpaint and puts on her red and black plaid kilt, and makes her way into the arena. With a subtle drop of her entrance music, she prepares to unleash the might of the Banshee tonight. The crowd isn't sure what to make of this new contender and are put off from her dramatic and ominous entrance, but nonetheless some brave members of the audience are enticed to see what power this new fighter holds. "Tonight will be my chance to prove to everyone here in one go, that I am the toughest fighter that they have never seen, my opponent will deserve no mercy" She whispers to herself as she is making her towards the steel steps, she glimpses the face of her opponent, and sees something she hasn't seen in a long time, a lust for battle. Rosalina prepares her war cry and unleashes one mighty roar that shocks everyone around her, the ring changes her into a blood frenzied berserker. This will be a fight that everyone tonight will remember. Best of luck she thinks in the back of her head to the gorgeous woman who she will about to fight, because you will need it.

[SubtleRoar]

*The ominous titan approaching her sent a cold, ineffable shock through the otherwise intrepid nord- The towering figure indulged in war paint, just as she did, but hers seemed much more purposeful. Agatha shook her head as the barbarian approached her, digging her feet into the ring while feeling the entire mood of the night beginning to shift. Her eyes narrowing, muscles tensing and body beginning to tremble due to the crushing anxiety beginning to encroach upon her Agatha refused to allow someone of her tenacity to be intimidated- Regardless of how loud this amazon screamed, it would not drive her to the brink of cowardice* "Heh...I never knew I'd be facing off against an opera singer." *Agatha chuckled, revealing just how little she thought of her approaching adversary.* "Let me know when you see my opponent for the evening- She's missing out on such a wonderful performance." *Pouring salt in the wound she had deliberately created, Agatha nonchalantly shrugged towards the menacing woman, attempting to coax out that lurking anger anyone could sense within her from a mile away.*

"THIS BOUT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!" *The Moderator announced, cutting this thick tension with his sharp voice.* "LADIES, ARE YOU READY?" *He glanced towards Agatha, receiving a reassuring nod. She had been ready from the second she walked in today, and given how eager this esoteric warrior was, it only served to accentuate her already sky high excitement.*

[SchierSchoch]

*That bitch* Rosalina thought. *I'm going straight out the gate and show her just how much of an opera singer I am, she is going to rue the day she ever thought to jab a quip like that at me* Rosalina is in a rather foul mood from hearing Agatha's jab at her and knows exactly what she is going to do to her opponent. Without any quarter or good tidings for the match, the bell rings and The Queenslayer rushes straight with her ballistic move, Cú Chulainn's Ríastrad, a glass cannon of a clothesline and charges full forward at, that Valkyrie. Without any remorse to her opponent she grapples her opponent and throws her down on the mat, in the process of this berserker charge, Rosalina too, ends up on the mat. *That'll teach her* she thought as she thinks for the brief moment she landed down on the ring. A brief chuckle escapes her lips as she realizes, this is going to be a hell of match and cannot wait for more.

[SubtleRoar]

*The customary fond greeting she had grown so accustomed to thrown out the window, Agatha was taken aback by the sheer ferocity this battle-maniac of a woman displayed, almost nonchalantly knocking her over.* "GRRHH!" *Agatha attempted to steady herself from the blisteringly powerful blitz, she was soon overwhelmed when Rosalina hoisted her upwards and slammed the norse woman against the ground with a thunderous* "THUMP!" *Setting the precedence for the brawl. Temporarily stunned at what had just transpired, she soon found herself laid out across the ground within a matter of seconds it seemed.*

Spoiler

"Gnnh..y..you're..q..quite..p..powerful~" *Agatha muttered, her natural resiliency preventing such a terrifying surge of strength from ending the match too early. As the tenacious bombshell scooted against her posterior towards the downed warrior before hooking her arms around either side of Rosa's hips.* "B..but let me show you scandinavian strength!" *She cried, firmly grasping her opponent between her hands, setting herself up for a german suplex!*

[SchierSchoch]

I like this bitch, Rosalina thought. I haven't seen a good suplex in years, takes me aback a bit. However, I won't let something like this down me. *Just you wait, little miss Valkyrie, I am going to show you why I am called, The Queenslayer.* I was hoping I was going to save this later in the fight, but you really got my blood pumping, I want to see what your face looks like when I unsheathe, The Queenslayer Death Grip. Staggering up from the mat, a bit shocked by the strength, the Valkyrie pulled off, Rosalina prepares to strike in one quick move. She darts her hand under Agatha's chin and grabs a hold of her pressure point above the throat, squeezing the nerve. I am quite devious, Rosalina thinks, just wondering what else she will be able to do in this match. A feeling of pleasure from this fight is building inside her and she just cannot quell the urge to strike more fervently at her voluptuous opponent. *Tonight is going to be good night, regardless of who wins* Rosalina mutters to herself.

[SubtleRoar]

*Almost effortlessly hoisting the irate scot above the ground, Agatha felt a sharp, strangulating pain close in around her windpipe.* "HHNNKK!" *Her body began tensing up, as it felt as though the room was spinning. She knew what was about to take place- Her body was losing oxygen, and at an accelerated rate! She needed to act fast while keeping herself calm at the same time, so she decided to follow through with her original plan and toss the persistent Rosa over her, finally executing the monstrous suplex!*

Spoiler

*The sensation of both women slamming into the ring caused the arena to rumble with force, sending shockwaves throughout the surface of the enclosure, as Agatha maintained her hold to go for a quick pin! She knew it wasn't going to be a match ender by any means, but this would help establish the fiery blonde that Rosalina shouldn't underestimate her.*

[SchierSchoch]

In the back of Rosalina's mind, a pleasure escaping sigh breaks through her. What a powerful woman, I knew I shouldn't have use my move so fast, but the temptation of it was just so yearning. She really got me good, as much as I want to be pinned down by this bombshell, I cannot and will not let it end just for my pleasure. In a attempt to kick out of the hold, Rosalina tries to pull off her version of the Hell's Gate. Struggling out of Agatha's grasp, she gets her legs out of her hold, and brings her powerful legs around Agatha's neck wringing her in place and grabbing a hold of her head with her hands, bringing that buxom blonde close to her face. *Oh how that was a good pin, I wish it wasn't in the ring you did that, could have been a lot more fun somewhere else.* whispers Rosalina to Agatha.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her body trembling from the amount of energy she exerted to toss Rosalina around like a ragdoll, Agatha felt the wily woman break the count at "TWO!", forcing her to relinquish the hold. However, just as she was about to disengage, she was ensnared within what she believed to be a triangle choke- But wait, it was only her arm? This unprecedented maneuver not only sent the bewildered blonde for a loop, but the intense anguish she felt as Rosalina wrenched against her vulnerable limb ceased any and all movement on Agatha's behalf.*

"HHRRRK! W..w..what trickery is this?!" *She shouted, unable to decipher precisely what her crafty aggressor while thrashing around within her grasp. The audience was visibly pleased by the versatility between the two combatants, witnessing both the raw power and in ring aptitude that both women displayed before them.*

[SchierSchoch]

Thinking fast is one of Rosalina's strong suits, but once in the ring, everything goes into a sort of a bloodrage, only seeing the opponent and forgetting everything else, without caring about grace or a subtle countermove. Rosalina grabs a hold of Agatha's arms, drawing them forward and locking them, and proceeds to headbutt her opponent into oblivion, each strike rendering logic and deductive reasoning to a halt. The only thing that is in her mind, is the desire to win above all else. However, a single thought in the back of her subconscious floats, *Ríastrad?*