Standard match : Win vua KO, pinfall or submission
Tonight, an important match was to be played for Astrea. She was going to face a heel and as Lady Justice, she had to punish her! Lady Justice was in the locker room finishing her warm-up when a staff member called her to come on stage first. She smiled slightly and took a long breath, then made her way to the ring through a long dark hallway. Astrea
Leaving this corridor, Astrea found the ring in front of her and the public around. She greeted the public by displaying a confident and determined smile, she was not going to give gifts to her opponent and her fans were waiting for that. Those who did not yet know Astrea were surprised by her outfit, the young woman wore a long blue dress when she was going to play a wrestling match.
Astrea remained in her corner, displaying an almost mocking smile towards the public who did not know her and waiting for her opponent to arrive, looking towards the entrance.
Her opponent was one with eyes of a tilted red cross, surrounded by coal and a fair, perfect complexion. She wore black lipstick and eye-liner, with ashy hair and a small neck, defined but slender shoulders, and a long hour-glass body from the arm-sleeves and painted black nails, the black leotard that left her waist exposed, the smooth-stone midriff and fishnet-covered legs with thigh-high boots. Vorona.
A woman who commanded lights to dim and a grating ominous instrumental that was picked up by orchestra. The music lifts and drops in notes seamlessly, and could be made by a handy few. Almost whimsical in a despairful tone. Then. Thump-Thump. The sound of two claps ring and so does a spotlight. Amidst the shadow now spawned the woman who was being showered in crow feathers. She looked up, near the ceiling and moved slowly down the ramp with confidence in every step. Spoiler
She wore a coat-cloak that covered her body whole, with golden fixtures, red jewels, chains and fur. The inside was satin, red and gold, and kept her wrestling attire entirely sheathed. Everyone knew that. She came to the steps, scaled them and got inside the ring under the middle rope, standing tall with a small kick from her black boot. “Hmmm….” Both hands came out from behind the cloak, index to thumbs, held out to the side and her arms stretched like she pulled a string taut between her hands. The music stopped, the spotlight went away and everything was back to normal.
She closed both eyes, leaned back some, breathed in and had a hand whirl once by her nose like smelling a pot. The other hand went high and outward to emphasize the action. Then she exhaled, looked down at the canvas between them, gathering patience of all kinds to deal with a woman like this. She was never fond of the wealthy kind. And it seemed like they were making a statement of some kind by wearing an ill-suited attire. But in concert, she decided to keep her cloak on and see where it leads.
“Greetings to you.” Vorona placed a hand across her stomach and bowed her head for just a moment. Her eyes opened mid-bow and peeked up, with a cold stare that judged them silently. “While I find your features and dress beautiful, you appear to be dressed for a different occasion.” Her eyes sank with a slightly waned patience, and her voice turned firm. “Care to explain the reason?”
Astrea didn't look like she was the only one showing up in a different outfit than her wrestling outfit, she had heard that this practice was pretty well known but she never saw anyone other than her do it, until now. She stared at the young woman in front of her from top to bottom, noticing every detail of her outfit, her look and especially the intonation of her voice when she spoke. A small smirk appeared on the face of the blonde who did not think of falling on a woman of this kind, the fight tonight was going to be interesting.
She took a step forward, whipping her curls against the wind with her hand and crossed her arms under her chest for a few seconds, clearly looking down at her opponent, not taking her eyes off her for a long but silent second. , until Astrea decides to giggle softly.
"Pfff... Ahahahah...~"
An almost evil smile appeared on the blonde's face, the kind of face you didn't see coming from a babyface. She raised her arm to point at the woman in front of her, still keeping her mocking smile but this time looking at her with a serious, almost hostile air.
"Don't try to be nice to me tonight, Lady Vorona, I know very well what kind of person you are!"
She grabbed her dress with one hand and took it off without any problem and in less than two seconds, Astrea was very trained in that not to find herself in a ridiculous situation, especially because of her long hair. Everyone could now appreciate Astrea's real wrestling outfit now that she had taken off her dress, a rather simple and casual outfit but perfect for this kind of match that was going to be judgmental.
"I, Astrea, known as Lady Justice, will punish you for everything you do!~" Astrea Attire
One sure thing Vorona had from her mother was that hollowed out expression like someone staring a thousand yards and quietly pissed off at the same time. You can call it resting dead face. Vorona’s black X eyes didn’t take too kindly to what she received. Condescension before respect. It was an axe that dug into the neck of any pleasantry she wanted to spare. But she was better than that. Better than them.
She listened to this ugly verse, being told what she is and hereby presenting herself in earnest. A moral crusader. Vorona took respite in that fact. While she was tensing an eye before -- now she relaxed. Understanding the field was a total blessing now that she knew what they were about. So, she straightened up, stood tall, then nodded once with that same dead face. “You must be divine intervention.” She propped a faint smile. This was deeply faked, paired with closed eyes as she was just sliding off her coat cloak down her shoulders and into her arm. Now, the woman’s full wrestling attire was on display. Vorona
“Divine intervention of the most dishonest sort.” And she stepped forward, turning her stance bladed. She raised a hand to them, palm face-up and fingers clawed like she was holding a chalice. Her smile grew into a sharp grin, twisted. Eyes turned to sharp and focused like something possessed just snapped into control. But it was the same woman as before, just now begging them to come forward. “Because you and I both know you’re not punishing anyone or anything.”
And just like that. The bell rang.
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The two wrestlers had just shown their real wrestling outfits and their real intentions. The hostilities launched by Astrea do not seem to be appreciated by her adversary who quickly removed her nice girl mask to show her true face, that of a cold, haughty and even cruel woman, in Astrea's eyes.
"We will see !"
"DING"
The bell rang as the tension between the two women was at its peak. Astrea wasted no time and had to attack her opponent quickly and effectively, she had just been insulted and was not going to let it happen. Her two fists clenched and her gaze became piercing. She stood in profile, bringing her right fist to her chest while her left fist swayed beside her hip. Astrea fans knew this stance very well, it was the perfect boxing stance to use flickers.
The boxer wasted no time as she threw her left fist into her opponent's face with great speed and precision to perfectly execute her flicker jab. It only remained to be seen how her opponent would react, in any case Astrea was quick to move or give a second jab in the face of her opponent.
A bothersome woman to the eyes and ears. Opening up with such an accusation. Rudeness is not something she had much patience for. But even so, there was no ill will marking her disposition or intent yet. Every proper aesthetic needs its thick skin. To stand above all critics and become impervious. Know when to listen and when to carefully ignore. And it’s that bell that flips the switch. Her stance becomes steady, and she exhales a cold breath, watching and waiting.
And from what she observed in their stance and their hands, she had one conclusion. Boxing. How primitive.
One flicker comes, and Vorona meets eyes with the knuckles and she leans back. It comes close to her chin but meets nothing. She steps back. Always keeping her range. She’s there to meet the second, where she leans a second time. However, on this second flicker, Vorona timed it with her knee to raise up, her boot sole pointed and then thrust for Astrea’s belly.
Astrea's hand position for her flicker jabs was pretty straightforward, her left hand which was used for offense was at chest level while her right hand, used for guarding, was at hip level. She landed a couple of jabs at her opponent's face, unfortunately her opponent barely dodged them and was now in position to attack Astrea.
But her eyes saw everything, Astrea had to give the first real shot of this match to start her lesson. Her eyes didn't see her opponent's shoulders moving, that meant she was going to attack with her legs. Vorona was too close to kick, it was bound to be a knee kick waiting for Astrea.
She moved her right hand slightly forward to block her opponent's knee in the middle of her swing. She managed it without too much difficulty and smirked arrogantly as she looked down at her opponent, clenching her fist as she prepared a mighty blow now that she was in close combat with her opponent.
"CHECKMATE!"
The blonde clenched her left fist with all her strength to give a powerful and fast belly punch. The distance between her fist and her opponent's stomach was perfect and her opponent couldn't be so quick to dodge her punch. Astrea knew she wasn't very strong but she knew precisely where to strike to deal maximum damage, in this case she aimed for the diaphragm to completely cut off her opponent's breath.
Every ounce of this method was inadequate and a scam. They got themselves nowhere, but every intent to come closer created a greater itch to grab that overly long hair and use it like a leash. Well suited for an all-assuming pretentious little boxer. If only her eyes could roll harder with the dodge. Neither did she have any intention of returning such primitive strikes like punching. Why would she bruise her knuckles when she had a perfectly good leg to deliver a thrust kick? Lifting it up would be simple. Delivering would be easier, considering their small brain.
It just took a second. “Poor little one won’t hit anything at this rate.” Her smile perked.
Less than a second.
Knee up, point the foot, and-- “Huh?”
The knee is shoved down, and her feet cross over. She looks up, an eye tensing. Then she squeaks, seeing a fist, blue and all too malevolent. It’s in her view for a second before disappearing into her smooth unprotected belly. “AAGK--!!”
It hits like a boulder dropped in an open gymnasium—the translucent material tugs in, squeaks and nearly tears. The attire pulls taut on her slim curves. The fist disappears into her belly and lifts her off the ground an inch as she folds over Astrea's arm. Her eyes bulge into baseballs, where the unique iris dilates and goes bloodshot, with tears on the corners that spring. Spittle collects in her mouth, and she drools after the scream into a whimper. Her legs become wet spaghetti, and she feels dizzy like a sleeping pill. The bruise feels solid and pulses on its own, rapidly. She whines, then when her weight comes down on her own legs, they wobble like a newborn lamb before collapsing to all fours, both hands protecting her stomach as she stirs, face down and ass up, taking short breaths before choking, spilling into a coughing fit that continues. She stared at the canvas between them, seeing double with a spine that was locked in place. The punch had gone all up in her back, leaving her feeling like twigs. She talked between gnashed teeth. “Im-impossible… wretched… little… one…”
Astrea was a real boxing genius, she was so confident in her footwork and her fists that she preferred to fight with her fists rather than with classic wrestling movements but even if she excelled in this style of fighting, she was still a good wrestler with some varied moves. Her fist wasn't necessarily powerful unlike some of her friends or rivals, but her technique, speed and precision compensated for her strength.
Now that her fist had slammed into her opponent's stomach, Astrea only had to look down on her, enjoying her opponent's face falling apart and her knees dropping to the ground. A simple blow to the diaphragm could do this kind of damage to the cold-looking woman, she was eager to introduce her to new pain and sensation after blows to the liver or to the chin. But for the moment, Astrea didn't take advantage of her opponent, she simply looked down on her as if she were looking at a simple insect. A little mocking smile was noticed on the face of the blonde, she was openly mocking her opponent to provoke her.
"Ohohoh~ Down already?"
She sighed in disappointment before giggling, stepping back two steps so as not to be within range of the attack and giving her opponent time to get up, immediately recovering as soon as Vorona was on her feet. Astrea had just hit hard, the crowd did not expect such a rapid fall at the start of the match. For her, this action was already a victory and did not need to do more, doing nothing would be the best way to humiliate her opponent and annoy her even more and Astrea knew better than anyone how predictable an angry opponent was and that it would be time to show her counters.
"Come on, get up, don't tell me you're exhausted already? We've only just started~"
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It’s just a matter of rolling the eyes back into place. The cobwebs dissolve with a second’s pass. She felt intense on the inside, like everything was broken, then normal again. The shock subsided. The bruise was there and sweltering but overdramatised. It’s a red spot buried underneath translucent black. Invisible to everyone. She sighed on the ground. Pain was a contagious aesthetic. One she’s ill-suited for. But being talked down to? Quite the opposite. Parasites that try to snake into the brain through the ear. Ugly. Ugly trait.
Vorona closed her eyes, buried her feelings and sighed. She brought her hands around and underneath her shoulders like a push-up and executed the push. One knee slid underneath, and she took her curled back and sat up, hunched over but with a foot on the canvas. She flipped her hair back, ran two hands through it and exhaled again.
“Yes, indeed, little one. We have just begun.”
And then she stood. Tall once again, with one foot sliding behind and an arm folding into her lower back. The left stayed out, facing them, relaxed and half-bent around chest height.
“And yet you’re already playing the role of a tacky tyrant." She beckoned them with her hand. "Now come!”
