Gold & Coal collide - Astrea vs Vorona

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea did not lack resources, even if she showed enormously her prowess with her fists, her legs were just as good as this evening for movement or attacks, to believe that her only shortcoming was in the level of grappling which was the the height for a wrestler.

The knee strike perfectly hit the jaw of Vorona who tried to provoke the blonde for a few more seconds and she quickly regretted it following this blow, releasing and immediately distancing herself from Astrea so as not to take another blow. Finally, Astrea could breathe and use her arms again but for that she had to get up already.

Barely on her feet, Vorona threw herself at her, blocking her movements with her arms by pushing her body against hers to push her back. As Astrea had barely gotten up, she didn't have time to gain good support on the ground with her feet and ended up falling to the ground, sighing and groaning in pain.

However, she did not let it go, the blond-haired ojou took advantage of her fall and her legs in the air to wrap them around Vorona's hips to be able to tighten them as soon as she found herself pressed against the ground, squeezing her thighs for a bodycissor.

“Free my arms now!..”

[Monsy]

Immense muscle squeezed into her hip bones. Parts of her cheek flex, an eye tightens to hold the dull but intensifying bite. It starts stinging. A breath quickly leaves her. She shakes. She arched her back over, hissing… “Ghhhng...” Clench the teeth and bear it, she noted internally. She couldn’t pass Astrea’s guard anymore, but she still had the top position AND the initiative. It’s just godsent they didn’t opt to squeeze her waist, as her breathing was unimpaired, and thus -- her calming strategies were well in place.

( “Free my arms now!..” )
Vorona had a simple reply, whispering coldly against their ear.
“Beg.”

It was the plan anyway.
Her arms tried to slip free from underneath them, where she quickly transitioned. She would try making a fist and putting it against Astrea’s throat, then plant the elbow on the ground. A second arm then tried coming around the back of their head, cinching it together to complete the Ezekiel choke!

[Bearhug Goddess]

This was Astrea's first time using a scissor hold and that alone was impressive, at least for her and her fans. Astrea generally used her legs to move quickly and dodge, not offensively, and yet using them offensively seemed to give some semblance of challenge to Vorona who was finally starting to suffer again.

“Kgh!...Ngggh?!”

But it still wasn't enough, the cold-looking wrestler didn't give in to the scissor hold and began to strangle the blonde with her arms. Astrea panicked for a few seconds before noticing that her hands were free, so she could use them again but in her position it would be difficult, her fist had to gain enough momentum to be sure to do damage.

No choice, the ojou had to give everything she had and make Vorona regret having freed her wrists. She clenched her fists through gritted teeth and spread her arms as wide as possible so she could punch her opponent's cheeks with her fists.

[Monsy]

Chokes did NOT take long to knockout. Especially when applied with the picture perfect Vorona held herself to. She didn’t consider Astrea’s arms to be a threat anymore, that anything mustered against her now would die swiftly. The angle for punching was also terrible. And still…

“Khhh!” One punch. A groan. And again, “Mhh!” A second, derailing her calming systems before she ate a third directly on the cheek bone. Each rocked them side-to-side, and it was a lot like having your brain suddenly swell for half a second, where you didn’t just feel it in the cheek, but in the whole cranium. It builds and builds until she’s sluggish. The fluid inside her head becomes a porridge, slowing thought, response and dulling her face until…

“Gah!” The final one knocked her loose. Vorona’s face had scrunched up by then, with faint red marks now plotted just under her mask. The bodyscissor suddenly felt like it had more bite. She was coping worse. Off rhythm and unsettled. And having been knocked towards one of Astrea’s shoulders, Vorona would try to salvage the situation by attacking one of Astrea’s arms.

Vorona attempted to grab Astrea’s wrist and pin it against the mat, with the same elbow pushing against their head. She now laid tummy-to-tummy on her opponent and you can feel Vorona suck in and push out, timing her advances to bated breath. The only remaining setup was to slip an arm underneath Astrea’s tricep, lock with the other wrist, where if successful, she’d slowly execute an Americana!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea's fist hit Vorona's cheek, once, twice, then a third time before finally being released. The blonde haired ojou could breathe again and she did not deprive herself of it, taking the longest and deepest breath of air of her life while Vorona was lying close to her shoulders but still stuck in a bodycissor. Astrea panted hard, she had difficulty countering the rhythm of Vorona who never stopped fighting and never ran out of resources, he was a dangerous opponent and Astrea must never let her guard down.

While the British's legs continued to tighten more and more tightly, Vorona carried out her new offensive which consisted of injuring Astrea's handle in an Americana but she did not let it go. The Americana had barely been executed when Astrea thrust her elbow into the side of her opponent to continue to hurt her over time. Even though she was also suffering because of her grip, she didn't show it and kept a confident air to play on her opponent's mentality.

“Let go of me and take several steps back, now.”

[Monsy]

Strikes to her face were intolerable. Inexcusable.
Although masked, Vorona couldn’t bear being ugly in that department for long. Sores, welts, cuts. What would they say to dear Winter? Ugh. So -- she attacked the arms, feeling the pinch of bodyscissors close her breathing into a shallow sip-like inhale, then out, fast. This air sipping let her continue. But she still had her hips being squished and it turned from dull to a sting. Her main priority there was just not to express pain, but control.

Then.
A side hit, right below the ribs. Dangerously close to her window.
She bent towards the limb, shut an eye and hissed. Her americana came loose. A glare cast at her rival as Astrea made commands, still laying on her quite flat, chest-to-chest. Then she replied, and quite firmly: “A lady who is unwilling to wrestle, is not one at all.”

She talked while raising her torso off Astrea, putting her knees towards Astrea’s butt to prop up, then reached to put her hands on their hairline. Her hands became black-nailed claws, then they raked the whole face in one fast pull.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Although she was a wrestler, Astrea only knew how to do one thing, punch. With her fists, her elbows, her knees, her feet, her head, Astrea did everything to get as close as possible to her boxing style where she felt safe, even if it didn't bear fruit. However, it was her solution to all her problems, the blond-haired ojou had started the match by throwing a punch and intended to finish it the same way.

But Vorona was more talented than the ojou, both in trashtalk and the ability to fight. Astrea may have hit her opponent, but Vorona continued to weaken her wrists, the main weapon for a boxer, and to play on the patient of the British. Worse still, she even fought dirty, pulling Astrea's soft blonde hair ever so slightly before clawing her face.

“Aaaah?!”

Under the pain and surprise, Astrea relaxed her thighs around her opponent's hips. She had already participated in several catfights but she never liked being scratched, especially on the face! This time it was too much, the ojou's patience faded and a great anger enveloped her. She grabbed her opponent's hair with one hand, pulling on it to raise her opponent's head, forcing Vorona to reveal her chin. If she succeeds, she will follow up with an uppercut to the jaw, seeking above all to stun her opponent.

[Monsy]

Art can be brash. It can be rough-textured, violent or even, as the unaesthetic would call it, ‘catty’. And for a moment, the move works. Her hips get a release. Vorona is able to breathe with full capacity. The bones no longer stung. Whatever effect this might have long-term: she’ll deal with it, as aesthetically as always. With clever planning and fail-safes. Like this scratch..

The thing is…
All plans went out the window when it came to fists. Vorona feels her hair grabbed, and given that it's her appearance, she’s immediately inclined to protect it. She winces. Both hands go up and her chin is bare, naked, small and defined piece of glass. Astrea smashes it with one hit. “n-nugh..”

Vorona’s head snaps up, but doesn’t go far from Astrea’s hair grab. Her squishy legs spread on the canvas, wide until pelvis met pelvis. She slacks in Astrea’s grip, with back-silver hair now dangling her face.

One slow blink. And another.
She reaches out, aimlessly touching Astrea’s face with a delicate soft palm, trying to feel and… ultimately achieve nothing.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Astrea hated fighting like this, it was a childish, ridiculous and far from elegant fighting style. She was already ashamed of showing herself so weak in a fight that was supposed to be easy for her given the first blow she had given, and she did not want to waste any more time fighting on the ground with her opponent.

Forced to resort to cowardly ploys, Astrea pulled her opponent's hair so that Vorona showed her defenseless chin. She quickly followed up with an uppercut to the jaw that was powerful enough to weigh down the ice-cold wrestler's muscles, just enough for her to be able to dispose of her opponent by pushing her to the side before backing up to the opposite side.

"Uff...Uff..."

Ground fighting was not Lady Justice's specialty, in addition to having very bad memories of it, but this time she had survived this battle and was ready for a new battle and this time, standing. She got up, leaning on the ropes, took her time to recover all the energy she needed while waiting for Vorona to get back on her feet again.

[Monsy]

Since the start, and that first punch that dropped her, Vorona had been QUITE intent on never letting her opponent have a fair stand-up contest. The ground is where all good punchers went to die. At least… That’s what a pre-chin-tapped Vorona thought, pushed to the side, loosey-goosey, feeling fuzzy in her temples, tingly in her spine and absolutely sore in her squeezed sides.

Her head shook. Vorona turned onto her tummy. Hands down, she looked at Astrea leaning against the ropes. Her shock turned into hubris. A grin, lopsided, finding what she thought to be a hole in their confidence. “What’s the matter little one?...” Vorona asked, pushing on the ground, onto her knees, then standing upright, wiping her jaw and stretching it to smooth out the soreness.

“Too tired to follow up?” One hand cupped her elbow, arm stretched under her chest. The other forearm pointed up, the back of her hand near her mouth, fingers flexed. Vorona quietly chuckled with eyes closed, smug. Her stance shifted so one leg behind the other.

Because through those closed eyes… Vorona peeked.

She wanted them to charge. Bait them in…

Make another mistake.