"Pride personified- Agatha vs Rosalina!"

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*As the arduous match continued to trudge onwards, Agatha's body attempted to seize control of the manipulative Rosalina- Her taut, semi-slender form made leaning forward quite the risky gambit, but she begrudgingly decided to worm her way downwards before arching her lower form upwards. However, this was not uncontested, as the brutal barbarian ruthlessly slammed the center of her forehead against the bridge of her nose, sending the weary blonde lurching backwards!*

"FFAAACCK!" *The scandinavian screeched, her body contorting from the pain but unable to fully disengage from her foe- She had been ensnared between a rock and an incredibly frightening place, on top of being tremendously dazed from the battering ram of a skull Rosalina had weaponized. However, Agatha refused to be denied, struggling yet succeeding in ponderously lifting the muscular figure upwards, just to slam her down against the mat!*

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With a loud snort, Rosalina bursts out in a uncontrollable laughter, she thought that her time was naught and her time to be wrung out was here. That blonde kickstarted her back into her fiery temper. Rosalina forgot she wanted to try something she hadn't done before in a long time, attempt to bear hug the blonde and throw her into her own suplex, a suplex the likes of her has never seen. Her, Leviathan's Tempest. Chuckling to herself, *Missy, you won't even see this coming, you are gonna see why the Leviathan is something to fear.* Pulling the blonde close and not letting go, she performs the suplex and attempting to not let her opponent escape from the Tempest. The logic and reasoning back, the bloodlust is cooled off, and the determination to give her opponent a wild ride entices her on.

[SubtleRoar]

*Assuming her foe had been handily disposed of, Agatha was in a state of pure, unfiltered shock when Rosalina seemed almost unscathed from her trip into the canvas.* "H..how did you..?!" *Before her question could fully leave the edge of her lips however, as a vicious bearhug was suddenly applied against the scandinavian's vulnerable backside.* "HRRK! L..let me g..go!" *Her fragmented voice rattled out, her legs kicking and squirming in a desperate attempt to be relinquished.*

*Unfortunately, the inevitable transpired- Regardless of how vigorously she floundered, Agatha's motions were ultimately fruitless. With a deafening* "THUNK!" *She was introduced to the cold, harsh mat.* "Hhnnhh..." *Her mind becoming clouded and discombobulated, she could merely linger within Rosalina's grasp, dreading what would come next. However, she managed to preserve a sliver of energy if drastic measures had to be taken, which seemed to be inching its way closer with every second she remained between the ropes with this unstoppable juggernaut.*

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With a sense of pride and accomplishment that her Tempest worked, Rpsalina keeps herself locked with her opponent. A thought rushing through her mind to try to go for her modified Hell's Gate. Worried that she won't be able to get her opponent locked in that, she lets go and rushes towards the opposing ropes. Running into a breakneck speed and using the rubber band from the ropes, she rushes back towards her opponent leaping in the air and coming down on her, with her elbow. Fights like this reminds her of her times, training with a certain individual in a faraway land. Oh, how she wishes He is here watching her fight, most likely scoffing at the rowdiest behavior. *Very Unladylike* he would say.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her raspy breathing indicative of how much energy she had exuded so early on into this clash of egos, it seemed as though Rosalina relinquished her for some, unrevealed reason. Slightly puzzled at this, Agatha decided to not question a good thing, especially given her tenuous position. Wait, what was she doing...charging at her! The blondeshell may have been prostrated from the encounter, but she was well aware if that shot connected any and all hope of mounting a comeback would be extinguished in a nanosecond. Steadying herself for what she was about to do, Agatha silently counted the steps Rosa took towards her...one...two...three!*

"Sit your ass down!" *The nord shouted, launching herself vertically upwards while stretching her furry boots outwards and into The irishwoman's chest for a missile dropkick, the reassuring* "WHACK!" *It made sending waves of relief through the blonde's aching frame. The instant her feet connected, Agatha knew it would quell the menacing monster's rampage, but the real question was, for how long? Someone with this amount of unbridled fury certainly wouldn't stay docile for long, but in this moment, she wasn't a tangible threat for the time being.*

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Mat looks nice from down here, but let's see what her thoughts on it will be in second. Standing up, rather groggy, the She-Devil, Rosalina grabs Agatha and throws her into the corner. Laughing a little to herself, *I'm gonna give you a few open handed punches to let you know who's boss* that was a lie, she isn't going to give her a little, she is going to give that temptress a lot. Starting out a bit slow, she gives Agatha a loud smack across her chest, then repeats with another, and then another and another, until it sounds like a Gatling Gun is going of from the corner of the ring. *How do you like the hands of a strong woman smacking you on the chest!* shouts Rosalina aloud over the loud beats of her hands. Then attempting to transition into lifting the bombshell into a suplex and pinning her down in the ring. Somewhere she could hear a sigh from the opposite end of the arena, *Didn't I teach you better?* but, that's not how this Scottish woman operates, she gives no quarter to her opponent, and does not expect any in return.

[SubtleRoar]

*She made the colossal mistake of not capitalizing on Rosalina's weakened state, and in what felt like seconds, she was already upon Agatha once more with what seemed like redoubled vigor.* "N..no you don't!" *The blonde attempted to stave off her advances, but it became brutally apparent that Rosa possessed an ungodly amount of strength within her taut frame- It wasn't anything short of alien, and this was something Agatha struggled to comprehend as she was easily lifted into the air, only to be immediately dropped like a rock against the crashing shores of her homeland.* "GGNHK!" *Stunned by both the unprecedented power Rosa wielded and the impact of the slam, Agatha suddenly felt rapid swipes at her chest, leaving a burning sensation against her voluptuous breasts.* "GGRRHHH!" *There was, however, a tincture of herself that cherished this feeling; her latent, masochistic side was beginning to emerge, but now was certainly not the time to allow it the freedom it desired.*

*Already overwhelmed by the vicious assault on her bosoms, Agatha suddenly felt gravity begin to betray her- No, that was impossible. Eventually, she realized Rosalina wasn't quite finished with her, as she was lifted into the air before being tossed backwards.* "HHNH..nnhh.." *Her body couldn't sustain too much more exterior damage, and that massive blow to both her ego and her body might have just been the final nail in her coffin.*

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"ONE.." *The ref counted aloud, sending chills down Agatha's spine- She had just closed out her last brawl with a hard-earned victory, and to fall from that high was going to obliterate her self-confidence. She couldn't...she wouldn't..would she? So many thoughts running through her mind, and so little time to dwell on them all.*

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A rush of excitement and feelings of wonderment sent a powerful chill through Rosalina's entire body, she felt as though victory was right in sight. The narrow sliver of hope was soon crushed by the sinking realization that she was being played with. The dramatic revel of power soon took hold that her opponent was not ready to submit, nor could she keep her opponent pinned like that for long. Struggling with all her might, Rosalina lets out a loud roar, with a tinge of pain, knowing full well that this bout hasn't shown its true face. *Lady Luck* is a bitch, Rosalina thought. As sweat is pouring down her body, she braces herself for whatever will come next...

[SubtleRoar]

"TWO..." *This couldn't be happening, Agatha struggled to come to terms with the current reality of her situation. In a matter of seconds, all of her momentum had been turned against her, and the surplus of moves she had delivered against her adversary seemed to have made very little impact, if any whatsoever. This wasn't going to be the hill she died on, not today. Flipping herself sideways with all of her remaining vigor, Agatha narrowly beat the three count before covering up Rosa's facial region with her tender, aching breasts!*

"T..this is..w..what you get for..a..abusing my girls so maliciously!" *Stunning the crowd with her swift movement, they began zealously screaming for Agatha to keep the maniacal barbarian down for the time being- Bias aside, the majority of the audience was comprised of slightly inebriated males, who are never shy about watching two, smoking hot women engage in a little foreplay.*

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This must be heaven, Rosalina thinks. Having the breasts of a powerful female hold her down is bliss. As much as she wants to stay in this state of nirvana, the show must goes on. As Rosalina attempts to break free, she realizes the cumulative buildup from all the damage that was dealt so far, there is a sudden pain in her back. Trying not to give her opponent any chance to see that the berserker is faltering in any way she musters through the pain and tries to break out. With no plan in mind and a last ditch effort, Rosalina tries to flip on her opponent, pushing herself on top of the bronco and hold her down to the best of her ability. Lasciviously pondering to herself, I do hope the audience is getting a sexual thrill from this rollercoaster of a match, salaciously chuckling to the thought.