Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea had managed to survive this wrestling match on the ground and get up! It was almost a miracle, the ojou had never survived this kind of thing before and it gave her confidence in herself, a confidence that quickly turned into arrogance. She felt invincible standing up and this time she wasn't going to let Vorona escape or even take a break between each stroke.

As anger began to mount, Astrea began to approach her opponent by slightly raising her fists to chest level, looking her opponent up and down to know where to strike and how. But after a few steps, the former boxer noticed something unexpected. Was it her lucky day or a bad joke on the part of her opponent? She didn't know it but she intended to take advantage of this moment so that Vorona's eyes were closed.

She rushed towards her opponent, using her footwork to quickly get in front of her opponent and delivered a straight punch to her opponent's diaphragm, seeking to stop her opponent from breathing for a few seconds. Following this blow, Lady Justice would follow up with an uppercut to the center of her opponent's stomach, this time seeking to empty her lungs so that she would suffocate on her own.

[Monsy]

Vorona was MORE than confident that things would return to the ground again. Then, at that moment, she’d have a nice little one to stretch and twist into a tight pretzel. What an injustice that would be. But, Vorona was willing to stand there and chuckle about it. Her hubris swelling the more and more she felt that this match was hers, and that she had everything all deliciously figured out from top to bottom.

Then.
Astrea moved quicker than expected.
Vorona’s eyes opened. Pale-stricken in an instant.

Belly-shot. “BWUGGHH..--”...
Astrea’s fist sunk into her small exercised belly. Soft with a small top-layer of fat that ripppled out, like dropping a stone into a pound. She felt it surging. Her spine curved over. Vorona went back on her heels. Her face twisted, mouth open and contorted with its wad of spittle. Knees rattled.

And again! An uppercut straight into her core! The tattoo was smashed. Vorona bent over to lean on Astrea’s arm. Her teeth squeezed together. Eyes into spheres, and became wet. Cheeks tight and white, with stress lines. She uttered a small, quiet squeal with her exhaling breath. It lasted only a moment. But as Astrea’s fist lay deep into her belly, its tenderness hugging her knuckles, Vorona started to shiver against Lady Justice’s fist. Both arms were grabbing Astrea’s punching arm. Her knees clammed together, bent. And she shivered.

“P-P…P…p…para....ssss....site…”

Open as ever for whatever Astrea had next.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Vorona paid dearly for her arrogance towards Lady Justice. Astrea's heart was filled with anger and vengeance, she wanted to make her opponent suffer but she was aware of the weaknesses of her fighting style. A striker couldn't defeat a grappler, but even so, Astrea didn't hesitate for a single second to use her fists against Vorona, punching her twice in the stomach, with enough force to make her blows piercing and fast enough to make her opponent can't react to her blows.

But that wasn't enough to put Vorona on the ground, her punching power wasn't enough and the situation was even more unpleasant because her opponent was now holding her arm. It was almost like a clinch but more annoying.

“You rat.”

Astrea looked down on Vorona and pulled her towards her with her arm before falling backwards,seeking to put her opponent on her belly as she fell. If she succeeded, Astrea would follow up by executing a headcissor while locking Vorona's arm between her thighs to complete a triangle choke.

[Monsy]

Only by Vorona pressing her thighs into one did she somehow keep standing. Her posture lagged, slumped and she was using Astrea’s arm for critical balance for all the agony burning inside her tummy. The skin underneath now blemished and began a slow bruising process of faint red. Inside, it felt stiff. And on the out, there was a fast flex of inhale and exhale, with the latter action faltering from empty lungs.

Astrea made her into a baby doe.
Then she was taken down to her belly. Knees touched down, then the tips of her boots. Her chest too. Practically a full collapse. “W-Whyy…”

Lady Justice continued to have her way, encircling Vorona’s head. It mushed her cheeks as the firm set of legs lynched her throat and choked her red from chin to forehead. Flushing cherry. Her mouth opened and she coughed. “you can’tt….”

Vorona’s last word stressed into a wheeze. A knee scraped its way up. She tried to get her hips off the ground, but her strength felt fainter, and she laid stiller. She was sweating on her forehead. Drool came out the corners of her mouth, frothing spit into little bubbles. And her tongue was beginning to hang with a slack jaw…

“B-be… s---ssserious…”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea's sequence was strangely fluid and well mastered, as if she had perfectly mastered the triangle choke even though she had never shown it at LAW, at least, she had never had the opportunity to! It was the only time that Astrea left the audience speechless, absolutely no one expected to see the proud boxer execute a rather difficult hold, she who had shown no grappling talent.

The hold even seemed too powerful for Vorona who was being strangled by the thighs of Lady Justice who, at the same time, was pressing her opponent's head. The British woman's hands were still there and to appear more dominant than she already was, she grabbed Vorona's hair and stroked it, letting it slowly slip through her fingers little by little while looking at the camera with a looks confident.

"That's how I punish bad people... With punches and scissor hold."

[Monsy]

Air became a scarce resource for Vorona who kept trying to breathe through Astrea’s headscissor. She was grabbing Lady Justice’s thigh, making a claw, wrapping around and pulling to attempt a prying effort. But a minor flaw in Vorona’s entire doctrine was aesthetic over practicality. Her vision of beauty over strength. Thus, her upper body lacked power.

So she struggled. Now entirely red in the face sweating behind her eye-mask. Her head felt woozy and she was scrambling to get her knees underneath her, putting them against Astrea’s buttocks. A second hand looped around Astrea’s other leg. She groaned. Hand through her hair -- she wanted to be appalled. She felt assaulted and taunted, but when she tried to growl, it came out as a whine!

Then the cameras… The call to see her punished by Astrea! The crowd cheered and the rows started motioning with their fists like they were pounding the table, chanting, ‘PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!’

And Vorona felt her chest skip into a race. Vorona too looked towards the camera, but not to look confident. No.

Her scared face was pleading with big eyes inside her mask, darting at different sections of the crowd before resettling on the camera watching them closely. A hand extended out, open and shaking! Vorona shook her head, “n-no!--ngh…n--” Virtually begging to keep her face intact!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea's recent domination pleased the public and also Astrea who was finally beginning to impose her style and tempo in the ring. For once, she found the sensations she felt when she was a boxer and it gave her confidence in herself, perhaps a little too much. She had nothing else to do but listen to the audience and they asked for punch... So Astrea was going to give them this pleasure!

“Do you hear that, Vorona?”

Lady Justice freed her opponent from her powerful Triangle Choke to find herself sitting on Vorona's chest and using her knees to pin both Vorona's arms to the mat. The Briton used one of her free hands to caress her opponent's cheek, giving her a little tenderness before suddenly being violent by delivering a hook to the same cheek.

“Payback time.”

Vorona should have put more effort into the wrist lock earlier. Even though Astrea couldn't move her hips to make her punches more powerful, her hooks were getting faster and faster and stabbing Vorona's face. The public was in delirium, encouraging Lady Justice to hit harder, faster until Vorona was knocked out.

[Monsy]

“Do you hear that, Vorona?”

The danger bells couldn’t be louder! Vorona instantly grimaced.

“Y-you musn’t harm the f-faaace...” Her voice croaked “It’sssss sssacrilege….”

Her head shook again. Then the moment she could breathe, she coughed, loudly and several times over as her body was pinned down, arms flattened by Astrea’s knees and shin, so her hands could only make fists and push! Struggle! And quite pathetically, at the end of the day.

Her face was red and looked like a fat blush. Her chest was heaving underneath Lady Justice, and her eyes yet to settle. It was blurry and Vorona’s face appeared loopy. When her cheek was stroked, she looked away and spoke… “nnnoot the face…” But the crowd had the exact opposite want. Yes the face!

A hook. “PUGH!!” The fist clapped her cheek. It sounded like a palm slapping calm water. Vorona made tighter fists. Her legs rattled. Her bell rung.

The crowd responded by going “ONE!” For that punch. Vorona looked up with a red spot on her cheek, eyes big and wide.

Then another punch! “G-gyah! n-noo..” Her head snapped right.
CROWD: “TWO!”
Boom! “M-mgh-hah!! ... I...In...Solent!” Vorona’s head turned left. Spittle on her lips.
CROWD: “THREE!”
Boom! “a-Aghhhhhhh! S-SSsssswWINE!” It snapped right. Spittle thrown across the mat.
CROWD: “FOUR!”
Boom! “Oommphh… MmmmmONGREL!” Another snap. Her cheek was redder. Vorona’s pleading stare got more distant.
CROWD: “FIVE!”
Boom! “A-aahh… As--ttt-reaaa!!” Her hips lifted off the ground shook and rattled as her boot stomped. Her tummy began sucking in and flexing.
CROWD: “SIX!”
Pow! “O-Oufff…” Vorona began to breathe heavily as both cheeks were reddened. A cut opened beneath an eye mask. It began to bleed.
CROWD: “SEVEN!”
Pow! “Hnghh..” The blood flicked onto the ground. Vorona’s mouth was ajar. The black lipstick was smothered and imprinted Astrea’s fists but also smeared against her cheeks.
CROWD: “EIGHT!”
Pow! “K-khh…” Her fists began opening to the mat. Her eye mask was slightly moved so it was awkward on her face.
CROWD: “NINE!”
BAM! “Aa-aa…” A full-body convulsion as Vorona’s legs splayed on the canvas flat. A gentle arch in her back. Her gaze was slightly stupid and three-quarters staring into her own skull. She was groaning and shaking. Mouth wide-open, messed up and slightly bloodied. She breathed in chest-heaving gulps.
CROWD: “TEN!”

When they saw Vorona’s face turn to the side, all padded in smooth red early bruises, dripping with blood on her cheek and black ichor from her lipstick and seeping eyeliner, they had a rouse about it! A cheer and hunger for Astrea to show off more and more power as Vorona reeled underneath her!

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was the perfect moment for the former boxer to show what she was capable of but also to take revenge for everything Vorona had done to her since the start of this match. All the mockery, provocations and attacks she had received... She was going to return them in pain and thanks to a single weapon and technique, her fists. The caress on Vorona's cheek announced the storm of blows that was coming to her and Astrea wasted no time in making the audience wait any longer.

One punch, two punches, three punches. So that the audience can adapt to the rhythm of her fists and follow her.

Four punches, five punches, six punches. For daring to twist her wrists.

Seven punches, eight punches, nine punches. For insulting her several times and underestimating her.

And finally the last blow, the most anticipated but above all the most powerful of all.

“Take...THIS!!”

Ten and final punches. For spitting in his face.

“Now we’re even.

The honor of Lady Justice was now cleared, the two wrestlers were even although the referee did not see it the same way by imposing herself between the two women, forcing the ojou with blond and blue hair to get up and let Vorona breathe. You have to believe that Astrea had the bad habit of acting almost like a heel facing a heel... But it was her way of making justice reign... Her justice.

The referee meanwhile looked at Vorona's condition, asking her if she wanted to continue this match despite her injuries. If that were the case, he would do anything to let her get up and regain some strength before the match could resume.

[Monsy]

By the time Astrea was done punching, Vorona was a shivering wet animal on the canvas. Her makeup was runny. Her cheek was cut. She had an expression that resembled a slow wake-up at 6am, where the body had just fifteen minutes left before it would punch in and start another day. “Mmm..mah…” And she groaned, terribly.

Then twitched.
Twitched again.
And again.

The referee was on their knees, concerned. Vorona eventually came to and turned to her side. She huffed so much trying to catch her breath. Her face was still vacant. She had yet to fix her crooked mask that was half-covering one eye.

“You brutish… Styleless… Ogre!” Vorona coughed after her voice was raised. She pushed on the mat in front of Astrea, first with her hands then clambering with her knees. Now, she was on all fours.

“Closed fists? In MY wrestling match?!” Her glower was horrible as it was ugly. She meant it, but she was banged up and rattled.

“I’ve never seen such an ugly use of force! It’s uncharacteristic--hh-haahh…” Wheeze. She touched her tummy. The bruise from the start of the match was taking shape.

Once again, the referee came over and checked on Vorona, who shoved them with two hands. “Do not speak to me!” Then, with a bit of determination, Vorona put one boot down, piled her hands on the knee and pushed up. Both thighs were wobbly and clambering together. It was clear she was still feeling rocked and loose. Her jaw was slack.

She hissed, pulled her teeth into a gnash and finally, in the middle of that ring, standing with both thighs together and a slumped posture, she fixed her mask to sit correctly on her eyes.

“I have… A little one to punish…”