Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

It's not often that she could admit it but for once, Astrea dominated her match thanks to her fists and her boxing. This gave confidence to the blonde and blue haired ojou who, after so many defeats, doubted her abilities as a wrestler and wondered if she was that strong.

Obviously she was strong, she knocked her opponent down twice with her fists and was ready to do it again a third time if necessary! But Vorona's words were rather and the wrestler with her icy attitudes and airs was actually hiding a venom worthy of a viper.

"Brutish?... Orgre?... YOUR wrestling match?... Ugly?..."

The ojou had her fists clenched and watched her opponent get up with a lot of anger in her eyes. Never had anyone dared to insult her so much and make fun of her boxing... Astrea wanted to give her a beating for that but even when Vorona got up and the match resumed, she did not throw herself at her opponent. Being angry wasn't going to help her improve, she had to regain her composure and take advantage of this small moment of weakness on the part of her opponent to provoke her and make her angry.

And unfortunately for Vorona, Astrea was good at provoking her opponents with her arrogance. She raised her hand to hide her lips as a noble would do and openly mocked her opponent, even if this position left her without guard.

"Oohohoh!~ I see someone is jealous that they can't match me in strikes.~ How cute~"

[Monsy]

Oh, this was just rich.
Not only was she being transgressed by ugly offence, but now she was being mocked…
… And so colourfully too…

All this feeling bubbled into a boil. She didn’t know what was stronger. A sense of embarrassment, rage, disappointment… Did she want to even fight any more… Or perhaps skip to breaking Astrea’s face on the bottom of her boot? Oooohhhh, yes. That would be so lovely.

“Match you in strikes?” Vorona ran a hand through her coal-coloured hair, from the dishevelled bangs and straight through her scalp, bringing some order to her face. She leaned back as she did, almost like she was balancing on a wobbly spine. Her knees slightly bent forward. One punch and she’d surely collapse again…

She clawed into her own hair as a failing coping mechanism to calm down. Not even her voice would hide it once she said…

“Like I would EVER need to… I am already…”

Suddenly, she shuffled once to come closer, her eyes intense to mark true fury. She thrust her boot at them in a kick. But not just any kick: A SUPERKICK!

“SUPERIOR!”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even if the ojou took its iconic mocking pose, she nonetheless remained attentive to her opponent's movements. A single surprise move could turn the tide of this match and that was the last thing Astrea wanted. The blonde haired ojou jumped straight into warning as Vorona changed her expression, preparing to dodge the kick as quickly as possible.

Astrea was confident in her speed and her reaction speed, if she was good at boxing it was precisely thanks to her movement which allowed her to dodge a good number of blows. But Vorona's leg was long, long enough that a few steps back were not enough to stop the former boxer who also found herself forced to lean back to avoid the superkick.

“Mnhh..!”

The blow was almost dodged and it was now necessary to go on the offensive, the counter-attack! Lady Justice kept her fists clenched and took advantage of Vorona's leg being so close to her to attack, landing a punch on her opponent's knee to continue to have an advantage over the rest of this match.

[Monsy]

Once her kick was sent, she was committed to her strike.
It hit the open air.
Her leg: fully extended, naked and vulnerable for the boot-covered knee that ate a fist from the mighty Astrea! “G-Gahh!”

Immediately, the limb whipped to the side. Punched right on the knee-cap itself, her leg didn’t bend far, and she could feel that little bone-y rock slam into its slot. Her foot touched the ground and Vorona stumbled into the ropes. Her leg nerves felt pinched. She bit her lip. Yelped. Both hands went to it. She leaned over and placed all her against the ropes. “S-soooo b-b-brashhh...!” She yelled with clenched teeth, making her words ease out garbled and scratchy.

Utterly distracted and focused on easing her pain, she was left open and defenceless. A fresh punching bag for the Goddess of Justice!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Lady Justice's fists were starting to be all the rage, even if they were counterattacks. She had already been able to target her opponent's stomach, her face and now her knees... A few more well-placed shots and Astrea found herself victorious in this match.

Her eyes were focused on Vorona, a weakened Vorona who was forced to use the ropes to support herself and avoid falling. It was the moment she had been waiting for! This same moment as at the start of the match where Vorona slightly lost focus of this match, this moment where her stomach was exposed and defenseless. Astrea then sprinted forward, putting her fists at waist level before spreading them.

“Checkmate!!”

It was time to end this match in style and in excruciating pain for the white-haired wrestler. Astrea quickly moved forward and used her momentum and speed in her next two strikes. Two powerful and fast hooks on the stomach began to throw on the sides of Vorona, starting on the left side then on the right side to aim for the liver, once again.

[Monsy]

Vorona’s was trembling against the ropes. Her legs were jelly. A line of drool down the corner of her chin as she struggled to not fall over from accrued damage to her head and now knee. She was still slowly leaning back. She hopped to get her body more up-right, then grabbed the top rope with two hands.

And the fact she couldn't spring into action immediately was turning her face rabid. A little too much struggle than what one Songbird found comfy. Her sun didn’t deserve to be punched out like this! She shouldn’t be punched, ever! Even if that was legal. Winter Songbird already hedged her faith in her artist, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t want to participate. Astrea looked fiercely strong. Mhm, it’s true! Which is why she was going to peep her little head out from behind the curtain and set the balance of power into its rightful place.

"Stay... Right where you ARE!" But Astrea wasn't listening.

She frolicked to the ramp. Then she whistled with two fingers in her mouth, microphone on an earpiece. The sudden sound grabbed the referee’s attention, now turning her back.

And it was just as Astrea was about to deliver TWO killing blows to her weak places. Everyone was waiting for it at the edge of their seats!

But, alas!
Vorona struck! Her boot would swung out with desperation washed on Vorona’s disheveled, sweaty and bleeding face! She aimed to kick Astrea between her legs and send the crowd into a fit of boos!

[Bearhug Goddess]

The boxer quickly threw herself at her opponent, determined to finish this match with one of her best boxing techniques. Her concentration was at maximum but as a boxer! She only looked at Vorona's fists and shoulders and nothing seemed suspicious to her, absolutely nothing was going to happen to her especially with both of her hands grabbing the ropes. It was perfect and Astrea could therefore go all out.

She was now in front of her opponent, legs and arms spread and suddenly stopped her running. Her hips moved first to the right to give her first hook, then to the left to give the second hook. Everything seemed silent to the French woman's ears and her gaze was still focused on her opponent's shoulders... But still nothing happened. Not the slightest counter, it was a perfect victory.

Lady Justice then shifted her gaze to the face of the masked wrestler, wanting to see her expression full of suffering before she fell to the ground and won this match... But a sudden pain greeted her instead. Her legs were spread and Vorona took this opportunity to hit Lady Justice between her legs, aiming for her private part with a low blow.

“MNHHHH!...Mphhh...Ahhh..”

Suddenly, the room became louder to Astrea's ears. She could hear the audience booing her opponent as she moved both hands between her legs and fell to her knees. Her knees were unable to keep the Briton upright after receiving such a powerful shock. It was the first time that Astrea had dared to be hit there and the poor ojou with blond and blue hair was starting to have tears in her eyes, tears of pain and rage.

[Monsy]

Success was swift and delicious! The Goddess of Justice was down on her very knees before the one artist! Her face said it all. Self-pleased, self-satisfied and now with control seeing into her veins, Vorona even had a small laugh.

“Oohhh. Poor… Little one…”

Her hand set on-top of Astrea’s and clawed into their hair. She leaned over, leaning on her good leg for the time being. She pulled Astrea’s hair to make her look up. Then looked deep into those eyes. All that tears, rage and pain. A face that showed perhaps just a bit of despair. That their power was melting while Vorona's was pulling ahead. She chuckled in their face.

“Did that hurt?” Her mouth closed and she chuckled for a third time, almost obnoxiously as her punch-drunk angered state led to.

“Because this will hurt even more.”

And right then, she poked them in the eyes with two fingers! The referee, too busy with Winter’s distraction to notice just yet!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea fell to her knees, legs still spread and mouth open. Pain coursed through her entire body and she didn't know how to react, she wasn't even sure if she could move her limbs or just her body after that. Her gaze was blank and tears were starting to flow down her cheeks, it was truly the worst blow she could hope to receive.

“Haaa...NGHHAAA!”

A new pain was added after a few seconds and this time the body of the ojou finally moved... But to throw itself backwards. Astrea's hands left her private part to find themselves in her eyes while her whole body rolled from left to right because of the unbearable pain in her eyes. The former boxer had undoubtedly just come across the worst cheater in LAW and the referee... Didn't seem to react to that! She was forced to overcome this ordeal alone but... Without eyes and without legs, Astrea was just a punching bag...

[Monsy]

Winter had entered ringside even at the annoyance of the referee. She knew something was up. With these two, there was no rule to be bent. And when the official finally laid eyes on Astrea and Vorona, she gasped. Astrea was down, struggling!

Vorona stood high over her. Her anger finally turned into a sneer of that of a filthy noble that revelled in the suffering of dirty peasants and her cut-corners method bearing fruit. She posed for the crowd. Arms spread, chin high and walked around them in this strut. Each step, she was reminded of her knee. It took a lot just to forget about her limp.

For Winter, looking past that was easy as day.
She was close to the apron with a huge beaming grin, eyes full of glistening admiration and a blush on her cheeks. Her hands together at her chest, clapping. “Pin her nows!” She yelled.

Vorona glanced. Such an eager darling, wanting the climax before the real payoff. Her eye candy was important to her. The moment.
But. For a moment like this. She couldn’t help but agree.

So she stepped directly on Astrea’s chest and attempted to press her shoulders flat on the mat. Her arms folded as she done so. One forearm folded across her chest, grabbing the opposite elbow. The second arm was folded up by her head, the back of her hand underneath Vorona’s chin. “Hmph…”

Spoiler

The hand made a small wave, watching to see if the great Goddess of Justice would stand again… Or stay underfoot.

The referee dropped down to make the count. “One!”