L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

This was however all that Aphrodite could muster as she soon fell to one knee, attempting still to swat roughly towards Quetz in an almost lazy fashion. The gas was empty now in the tank and now it left Aphrodite simply too tired to try for anything big. Instead, she'd grab at the hair, trying to pull her down to the mat to make things easier as she went down, rather well knowing that this was rather unless something unexpected happened. What appeared to be her trying to wrestle her down not for a strike but for a submission of sorts, one that had her attempting to grapevine the legs to spread out all the while she hold her arms around her throat. It was a hail mary play if there was one by the goddess of love, but she was out of options. Aphrodite could not afford to just give up just like that to a foe like this, to win.

"I've got you... she'd taunt weakly, a far cry from how she had been before.