"Pride personified- Agatha vs Rosalina!"

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*Showing an uncanny amount of force against Rosa exuded throughout the otherwise enamoring submission, Agatha gnashed against her teeth to disperse the sensual tension that began growing between the two goddesses- It had become abundantly clear that Rosalina was thoroughly enjoying herself, wether she was dominating or dominated, and that incessantly perplexed Agatha to no end.* "B..by Odin's beard woman, take this fight seriously!" *The aggravated valkyrie felt her grip slipping, and reluctantly rolled to her side before her prisoner had an opportunity to assert her will on her once again.*

"Hhrrhh..." *A guttural growl echoed from within her soul, as Agatha's body felt pounds heavier than it usually did- The fatigue she carried with her encumbered her greatly, and as her shaky legs confined her to the ground she couldn't help but smirk towards her nemesis. This level of exhilaration had been lost to Agatha, until now- Until this frenzied warlord blessed the scandinavian with such competition.* "I..is that all?" *Agatha quipped, her legs finally cooperating as she approached the center of the ring, eager to continue this exciting brawl as the crowd chanted their names in unison.*

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A smile dawned on Rosalina's face, this is what she wanted and was looking for, covered in sweat from head to toe, drawing in a sharp breath, bringing her body to calm a bit down. She walks towards her opponent slowly, looking at her in the eyes and says, *You are a worthy opponent and you deserve my praise, Agatha. May the Gods show you mercy for what I shall do to you* Going for a grab to lift the Scandinavian beauty above her head and throw her over the ropes, a homage to a certain Gentleman from a foreign land. Though this will be as unladylike as possible and may just result in her downfall.

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*Narrowing her cold, periwinkle eyes towards the indomitable foe across the ring, Agatha approached her with a reinvigorated fire in her soul.* "The Gods smile upon us both, Rosa. Never forget that." *She triumphantly declared, piously devoted to her superiors from birth. They had shown her favor for such unwavering faith, and today was certainly no different- As Agatha charged towards the taut terror, her body was met with the same force from earlier, one that she still couldn't overcome.* "GGNNHH!" *Effortlessly hoisting the diminutive nord high above her head, Rosalina seemed determined to physically remind Agatha of just how little she was in comparison to her.*

"Y..you're not..g..getting a..away with~NNHHKK!" *Her sentence severed by an extreme amount of pain shooting through her spine. Agatha was all too familiar with this maneuver, and knew how arduous it would be to try and escape.* "T..Thor..g..grant me..nhggghh.y..your might!" *She plaintively moaned, her breathing shattered with agonized screams in between.*

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The force of lifting the nord above her head and reach that is lift her to the end of the ropes shot an unbelievable pain through her spine and was met with herself falling to the ground. *ARRRGHH!* a pained roar from Rosalina. *Must have have been the trickery of the Gods giving this Nord woman her return* Well met, she thinks, my legs are burning from this intense workout and my thighs are on fire, my chest feels like I have bench pressed a car and my back feels like it is going to give out at any second. But at least, the feeling of her hot sweaty body all over me in this match was well worth it all, despite the pain. Rosalina shines a devious grin across her face at all the thoughts of this match, what joy it will be to reminisce after the show.

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*Her vocal prayer having been seemingly answered, Agatha promised her deities that she would not squander this opportunity and quickly devised a plan to regain a solid foothold in this war of attrition.* "P..perhaps..t..they smile upon me..m..more than you.." *Her sharp, slightly condescending banter did not come without reason- Her staunch, unwavering hubris refused to be outdone by the likes of Rosa, and she knew the tacit implications of what such a rivalry meant. She snaked her arms through Rosa's, bringing her midsection downwards to be parallel with the Irishwoman's before fiercely thrusting her forward, face first, into the canyon below her.*

"G..go down..a..and I promise I won't be too cruel to you." *Her empty promise aside, Agatha lacked the expendable energy to fully overtake the towering titaness, but she knew that with enough force, Rosa would be toppled by the tiny hammer- She just needed to pound this sturdy, steel surface hard enough and..* "THUMP!" *She did it! Exhausted, breathless and otherwise an easy target Agtha lingered atop of Rosa for the time being, enjoying the view of her opponent at her mercy.*

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I wonder if this is what sex with a Nord feels like, Rosalina thinks, and if so, sign me up. As much as she wants the blonde bombshell to continue to hold her down like the naughty wrestler she is, she can't but get up from this. Agonizing as it is, she manages to push Agatha with what little strength she has left and crawls back onto her feet, visibly shaking, her legs feel like they will buckle over at any moment. *Gods be damned, Aphrodite must have had a hand in this match.* Rosaline breathes out with shallow gasps of air. My entire body is going to feel it tomorrow all at once I know it. *Well, let's see what you got little miss Agatha? Let's see what you got...* Wearily breathes the shellshocked berserker.

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*Vigorously hoisting the drained berserker upwards, her body subsequently following to maintain the lock she had around Rosalina's neck, Agatha decided it was the perfect time to send the prostrated warrior with Odin's blessing.* "Y..you were outstanding Rosa, let nobody tell you differently~" *With just a dash of flirtation lurking within her voice, Agatha hastily rotated Rosa and locked eyes with her, craving to see the exhaust that she herself had caused her rival. Then, as quickly as she had complimented her, the scandinavian sledgehammer applied a vicious bearhug before reeling Rosa towards her and tearing off the center of her outfit with her pearly white teeth.*

"Hoho, don't go passing out on me now~" *While it was quite evident that the match had tilted into Agatha's favor, she was adamant on claiming her prize- The trophy she held in her hands, cradling it close to her body. The Nord pursued her lips, leaned in close and plugged her mouth with Rosa's erect tit.* "Ggnrhrhh..~" *She gently hummed, as the crowd turned from elated to aroused.*

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With loud moan, Rosalina let herself enjoy the reward of having the Scandinavian Goddess perform such a sexual move on her. I want you all to myself, Rosalina thinks, I want you so much she thinks over and over again as Agatha takes her in. Knees buckling, arms too tired to try anything to break free from her grasp. With a powerful, earth shattering thud, Rosalina falls over. Dreams of sleep and rest wash over her entire body, blissful reminders of a well fought match take her in and sinking in and out of consciousness, Rosalina wants to remember the face of the woman who bested her, in all her tired and pained expression, to imprint this day into memory and to hold it true to whatever shall come. *Thank you, for a hard match* Sleepily breathes the Scottish warrior.

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"My pleasure~" *And with that, Agatha had put the petrifying hunter to rest. However, she held no personal animosity towards Rosalina- She wasn't a woman who fought with disdain or ire, but rather, one who's zeal commanded the respect of any who battled against her.* "Odin would call you a valkyrie, but I call you friend." *Agatha gave the valiant combatant a kiss on the forehead, unabashedly showing her appreciation for the gratuitously brutal fight that just transpired. Without women such as Rosalina, Agatha thought, life would be meaningless- She showed not an iota of fear all throughout the battle they had engaged in, and this surely wouldn't be their final meeting. Agatha would wait with bated breath for their next encounter, but for now, she cherished yet another victory for Asgard.*

WINNER- AGATHA.