Athena Wonder vs. Scarlaheart - Red and Red Don't Mix

[Arjuna]

Athena watched as Scarlaheart recovered at the corner, and she thought that she needed to do something while she was at the corner. So, the blonde MILF decided to charge towards her, closing in with the intention of ramming herself into her, but Athena got closer, Scarlaheart suddenly hoisted herself up and brought her feet up, causing Athena to run into both her feet, chest first.

"GGHHH!!!"

Athena fell backwards, hitting the mat with her back. She clutched her chest, but she would try to scoot backwards, hoping that whatever plan that Scarlaheart might have in her mind, she was able to get away from it before her opponent could capitalize on this, or at least that was what she was hoping. Her progress to scoot back would be slow due to the pain from taking the hit to her chest.

[Monsy]

Adrenaline and panic became the wondrous cocktail that saved Marie’s momentum, coupled with a sharpened instinct to hold the ropes, leap and respond with two boots against Athena’s chest. The compression sparked pain inside her knee and thigh. She gripped the rope and hobbled two steps before she released and pursued. A hand dialled through her red hair, then sallied a deep breath as she gave chase.

If Athena didn’t stand, Marie would pounce and reach to snatch the blonde’s left ankle, then lift the limb high so the point pointed skyward. Marie’s own leg would then lift and pound the back of her knee. Once and twice.

[Arjuna]

Athena tried to scoot back, but Scarlaheart managed to catch up to her where she then went to grab onto one of her legs and yanked it up, having it pointing upwards. Knowing what her opponent was about to do, Athena's eyes widened, but before she could say or do anything, Scarlaheart hit her right at her back of her knee with her own leg.

"AARGHH!! AAAGHHH!!"

Athena cried out in pain as she took the hit to the back of her knee. She knew that this would put some handicap on her, putting her in quite a disadvantageous position. For the time being, she would try to deter Scarlaheart from keeping up with her attack by attempting to kick her with her other leg, hoping to push her back.

[Monsy]

Sadists and professional combatants share a wondrous similarity; they can pick you apart. Size rendered useless when the foundation cripples, akin to a mighty structure held up by twigs. Whether Maria could undo such a wonder like Athena Wonder was another thing. Yet, she makes progress when her boots bare down on the woman’s leg. Again, she marshalled for the second salvo until a boot caught her clean. It penetrated deep and vibrated her core. She felt breathless, nauseated, like they put her guts into submission.

“GGHA!!” She spat onto the canvas. Hips gave out, careened forth with both knees planted against the canvas, paralyzed. Shambled on all fours; a cough addled her dried throat. And eyes that shot wide stared against the canvas, empty, and failed to blink.

[Arjuna]

Athena could feel that her foot managed to hit Scarlaheart right in her stomach, and sensing that her opponent was down, Athena would push herself up, grimacing a little due to the attacks on her knee. Then, she would turn around and see her opponent before she approached her, planning to capitalize on this before her opponent could regain her bearing.

Grabbing Scarlaheart by her arm and shoulder, Athena would get her back onto her feet before she grabbed her by her wrist so that she could attempt to send her running towards the corner with an Irish whip. From there, if she managed to send Scarlaheart towards the turnbuckle, Athena would follow after her, planning to flatten her body between her own body and the turnbuckle with a corner splash!

[Monsy]

She was hampered on the canvas like a dog, crawling forward without reason nor hope to stand anytime soon. Eyes glued towards the canvas; a marriage only for losers alike; detestable in every faucet.

“Lucky blow…”

She cursed through a growl. Hands claimed her limb and shoulder, then pulled like the vacuum of space, where she came to a wobbled stance and flew into a sprint. Her leather-clad chest rammed the turner; shoulders lurched, and head buried itself on the warm surface. Knees bent into one, and a wheeze captured her lungs as Athena rammed into her flank. Her next breath exhaled in a scream as Athena suffocated her body; muscles tensed like iron beams, spasmed; hands stiffened then went limp. “Guhhh….”

The fight was stiffened from her body, left breathless and endured a company of warmth with Athena pinning her into the corner; the weight alone was all that kept her upright whilst her eyes drifted towards the sea of thousands with a lofty blink.

[Arjuna]

Right after sending Scarlaheart towards the corner, Athena ran towards her, hitting her with a corner splash. With Scarlaheart ending up hitting the turnbuckle with her chest, Athena then flattened her between her own body and the turnbuckle. Huffing out, Athena took a step back before she wrapped her arms around Scarlaheart's waist, pulling her away from the corner.

"It's time to fly!"

Athena yelled as she would try to hoist Scarlaheart's body over her head, sending her crashing down into the mat with a German suplex. Also, she would make sure to bridge her own body while having her opponent's shoulders against the mat for a bridging pin. She wanted to see if she could win this match with the suplex or not.

[Monsy]

They minced her lungs for all its wind. A stiffened spine mixed with slumped shoulders and the turnbuckle was her crutch. The pain that squeezed her dry left her body sapped of its vigour; so when Athena retreated, Scarlaheart bumbled back with shivering knees. The envelopment of her waist made her lurch, and she gripped the limbs, snarled, then reeled up. Panic brimmed; the skin on her face turned pallid as the wave of her velvet hair danced in the trajectory. She came down neck first and hissed through the saliva of her clenched teeth. Both legs folded, ankles collapsed beyond her head with skyward hips.

Captured by a wince, shoulders planted; the overlight heads reflected against the leather; married to the bridge that Athena captured.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Her knees tucked against her chest; pressure mounted inside the thigh; a growl built in her chest. When the referee struck two, she exploded with both legs and kicked out, twisted her hips to fall flat on her front, where she’d lie flush against the canvas and heave in buckets of well-needed breath.

[Arjuna]

Athena held onto Scarlaheart's body after she suplexed her down onto the mat, bridging her own body to ensure that her opponent's shoulders were pressed against the mat. But then, Scarlaheart managed to kick out of the pin after two, and the match would continue. Athena lost her hold on her opponent's body, so she would roll over onto her knees and look at her opponent to see how she was faring after being suplexed.

"Well, you ain't making things easier for us, huh?"

Athena would then reach out to Scarlaheart's head, grabbing her hair before forcing her to get up on her feet as she would also rise back up. She was preparing her next move in order to weaken her even further, which would help her win this match.

[Monsy]

Her hands pushed into the canvas and rose onto her hands and knees. A violent shake swam through her arms as her velvet hair draped on both flanks of her head. One hand cupped her nape that bore that suplex, and she shook her head to ease the discomfort or cause enough distraction to recuperate some barrings. When she stared back at Athena’s call, there was a scowl; a predator’s focus gripped her eyes still, “You don’t say.”

Hands soon cusped her hair and bit her scalp. An eerie pain raked until her legs scrambled up, where the Reinhardt bit her lower lip and yelled out, just as her arm cocked across her chest and lashed out to chop Athena’s collar.