Pyrena Alexandria Nikos vs Isa Hjalmarsdottir - Greek vs Norse

She was starting to really pity the poor woman the more this went on. Sure, this was a match and Pyrena came to win, but this was pretty much like her previous matches. Her Norse opponent is looking outclassed the more this went on and now her own legs were getting tied up and tretched to the limit. No answer would come from the Angel of Ice, apart from the most obvious option she could do, but wherever or not she would do it remains to be seen.

So Pyrena would remain comfortable with this hold. Simple but very effective, especially for the leggy types. Pyrena would raise her hips just to strain the hold more, all the while she tried to goad the Viking to do something. Anything really. She has the honour of her own heritage to uphold and she wasn’t going to just give in right now!

The Amazonian’s words seem to have hit a mark, the right way of course and the Angel of Ice would start to fight back and chop and punch wildly at the limbs of the redhead. While this was by no means a deterrent, she knew that overtime the quantity would make up for it. Choosing not to risk having things snowball in effect, the Greek would flex the hold for just a few moments all before breaking the hold, untangling her legs to free the captured Angel. Perhaps there is more to this Viking after all…

Isa knew she looked bad. In fact, she must have looked really desperate. The unfortunate part was that her appearance did not lie. Right now her performance was really bad, and she was desperate...

But sometimes desperate things worked, and that was the case this time as well. While Pyrena did not seem to be all that pained by Isa's strikes, she did loosen up her hold just enough for the blonde to feel encouraged to keep on going. And eventually her efforts got rewarded as the Amazonian redhead finally released her hold!

Isa would have wanted to get immediately back up, but the pain her legs had just gone through prevented that. Thus, the blonde rolled herself away from her opponent, finding solace from a spot next to the octagon wall that she deemed to be as far away from Pyrena as possible.

Unfortunately though, in the octagon that was not very far...

In any case, the Angel needed a moment of breather. And she needed to form a plan. A plan how to down the Greek warrior...

An outright attack against the bigger redhead? Probably not very smart. It was probably a better idea to try to lure Pyrena to come at her, and then reverse the situation with some clever bluff...

Taking some support from the cage wall, Isa began to eventually get back up again. Her expression was serious, and she was staring directly at her opponent's eyes. "OK then. If you're such a mighty warrior, come at me then. Show how you'll crush a viking!" Isa was not really used to issuing such bold statements, but being ragdolled in the ring so far had momentarily put some serious guts and boldness in her voice for now.

Pyrena was not one to underestimate the tiniest of things. Things that can snowball into something big wasn't something that she would indeed let slide. It wasn't that Isa did that much. The Icelandic native wasn't looking too great and it was down to just simple desperation from the blonde. So the Greek would let her off and bring her out of this leg jail. Releasing her legs from absolute destruction.

The Red Amazonian would roll back in a somersault, bringing her up to her feet quicker than Isa would. Dusting herself off, the Greek shake her legs, not much damage that would hinder them. But still enough to be reminded about those desperate punches. And that is where Isa decided to be bold.

Very bold.

So much that she is directly challenging the Red Amazonian to come at her. Pyrena's eyes grew wide in natural surprise. Not long and her guts seems to show from the Icelandic native. So Isa wants her to show how she crushes a Viking? Pretty interesting.

"Hmm...well if you say so..." She didn't finish the sentence before darting in, her movements shifting left and right in the short distance there was between them. Just so Isa would have to guess which side Pyrena would come from. Few yards between them and the Greek would lift her left leg up but move to her right, all for to throw a hard and heavy roundhouse, as if she was about to kick the heaviest sandbag there was while Isa remained at the wall, just to smack that leg right towards her midsection.

Isa's statement may have been bold, but boldness was crucial for her plan to work. If she couldn't outdo Pyrena's strength, if she couldn't outrun her attacks, the only chance left appeared to be trying to outsmart her. And the blonde was not worthy of the usual reputation her hair color had gained...

Isa needed to get Pyrena to run at her, as if the redhead was simply guided by rudimentary warrior instincts. She needed to get her rushing into a mistake, something that could open up the aspiring viking an opportunity to counter. Jumping out of the way and getting behind Pyrena's back while she'd slam herself against the octagon wall? Sounded like a plan Isa was ready to buy.

Unfortunately though, Isa had obviously bought that plan from an auction. The Greek warrior read her mind loud and clear, and by the time the redhead made her third shift to the other side, the bold Angel began to realize that her plan was probably going to actually be a fatal mistake. Her chances of escape were 50-50 at their best, and even less if it was actually Pyrena who knew how to outsmart her opponent...

In panic, Isa jumped to the left in the last second, falling perfectly to a victim of Pyrena's tricks. What should have been the blonde's escape route was suddenly blocked by a toned, long leg aimed squarely at her midsection. And its impact was devastating.

The Greek warrior's leg slammed the viking girl to the mat like a ragdoll, resulting in the Angel of Ice falling to a prone position by Pyrena's feet. It was obvious that her bold gamble had cost her dearly, and she wasn't going to get bak up any time soon, at least not on her own.

Goading her in?

It's not a bad strategy. And on the right opponent, it would work wonderfully to one's advantage. Make them commit a mistake and punish them dearly for it. Mostly used on those that are pretty confident, aggressive in their fight approach or just completely dumb.

Except Pyrena is neither of those.

Far from it. While Pyrena could be aggressive, she takes a calculated approach to things, a lot smarter than the typical powerhouse that relied on strength alone. And the Greek had a lot of options she could use to destroy her opponent. So it was quite obvious what Isa was going for and caught on to it. Hence her more interesting approach. Having the Icelandic Viking guess where she was coming from. From the left? The right? Or even straight on. Isa had to decide as the wrong decision would be costly to the Angel of Ice.

And costly it is.

Out of sheer panic, she decided at the last second, but only finding herself into danger that she tried to avoid. A well-trained kick to the midsection would take out someone who is unprepared. People like to think of what a kick to the head could do. But fail to realise what a precise kick could do once it hit. And the Angel of Ice would experience that. All of the air driven out of you. Caught between a hard, meaty leg and a metal caged wall. Something had to give.

It was only one kick but enough to have the blonde fall into prone position once Pyrena lowered her leg down. Part of her wondered if she went a bit too far with that. But she wanted to be a warrior...so she'll have to take hits like a warrior.

After a second, the Red Amazon would reach down to bring Isa up. Hopefully up to all fours. She probably isn't expecting any resistance. After a kick like that...yeah, definitely not.

This was getting bad. Really bad.

Had Isa not been defending the pride of her part of the world and the mighty Vikings, she could have called the match quits right here and now. But she was. And it was making this all even more painful.

To the audience though, there was no question that the Nordic ice was quickly melting under the Greek sun. Pyrena's strength, skills and moves were burning her opponent like fire, and the Greek Warrior didn't seem to be letting anything, or anyone extinguish her torch any time soon.

Many were wondering if Isa's fire was already completely out though. It almost was, but not quite yet. After taking a blow like that from Pyrena's mighty leg, it was however plain obvious that nothing good was going to follow in the next few moments for the fallen blonde.

And that's what made the situation even more disconcerting as Pyrena pulled the helpless Viking up to her all fours.

Without any resistance at all.

Nice try.

Pyrena was far from some neanderthal brute, she had smarts too and can smell a trap from a mile away. Though she had to admire Isa's plan in doing so. Perhaps a way to lure her so she could pounce on her again. Few scenarios could have panned out but the Greek was quick in shutting that down.

Folding the Viking up, as if the kick rearranged her organs before she would fall, the crowd surprised one kick could do all of that. A mighty Viking she is not. But she was bold, Pyrena could give her that.

However, now wasn't the time to dwell on such things as the Red Amazon reached down to bring Isa up to all fours, or at the very least, having her head between her legs (not in that way, you horny dogs). The Angel of Ice was all but melted under the Red Sun of the Greek, and it shows. She couldn't help but feel pity for her. But the Red Amazon would give her no less than the true might of a Spartan.

Isa at least deserved that much.

Spreading her arms wide, showing to the crowd as they gave a cheer for the Greek Spartan, before Pyrena would reach down, wrap them around the waist of Isa, all before using her strength to near-deadlift the tall blonde up in an effort to hoist her up, just so Isa doesn't forget that she had strength to spare. If she managed to bring her up, Pyrena would throw her down just as quickly as she came up for a standard powerbomb. Though if Isa was going to think that this was just that...well, another powerbomb would be quick to dispel those thoughts.

The only thing that could rival Isa's amount of sheer pain right now was the strength of her sense of sheer humiliation. She was getting beaten to pulp, and despite of her best efforts, Pyrena's onslaught was simply unstoppable. And she was making Vikings look like jobbers compared to Greek Warriors.

That was the only thought Isa was capable of having at this point. Had she been in a better shape, there surely would have been many others too. Most of them were likely to revolve around one key question... Despite of having a few matches behind her already, she was still pretty much just an amateur rookie as a wrestler. So why on earth had she accepted to take on such a bigger, stronger wrestler? Or more accurately, why had she allowed Julie to persuade her into doing so...

But none of that could really fill the downed blonde's mind, before Pyrena was already pulling her up, and shoving her head between her legs. The Viking had barely time to raise her hands onto the redhead's thighs, feeling their strength and their ability to really compete with her own... But this was not a contest of thighs. This was a contest of strength and skill, and according to those conditions, the Angel of Ice was once again destined to fly.

"Ohh no..." The crowds could briefly see Isa's desperate expression, as the blonde was hoisted up onto the redhead's shoulders. It must have been obvious to them who was going to come out on top of this one, it was just a question of when.

As the Angel's back slammed hard to the mat, many thought this was it. Isa was one of those. She was practically begging fot it. She was done. She was toast. And surely after such a mighty move as Pyrena's Powerbomb, the Greek warrior was going to waste no time with pinning her, right?

But little did the blonde know of her foe's tendency of multiplying Powerbombs... Apparently she was soon going to though, as Pyrena suddenly began pulling her body up once again...

Pyrena had strength to spare. Which is why she was able to bring the Nordic woman up to even her knees. And then eventually hoisted up like a ragdoll once more. It was the usual sight that the crowd would be used to, Pyrena throwing Isa around like it’s almost nothing. And Isa didn’t look too bad. She wasn’t very small, only about two inches and her lower body would be something to fear…had she been more formidable that…well, this.

But her nationalistic pride and patriotism would carry her through however, not wasting any time in picking up the blonde Viking up. Isa was the one that wanted Pyrena to show how she crushes a Viking. Rather boldly too.

Kids, an important lesson: Be careful what you wish for.

Because you might get powerbombed, just like the Angel of Ice as Pyrena slammed her down to the ground harshly, almost getting another bounce to her form.  One would think this would be it, right? Isa proved to be not as strong and that is the type to put her away. And while Pyrena would think so, that is, unfortunately for the Icelandic native, that was part to her finisher.

Pyrena didn’t let go of Isa after the first, and the reason why would be known as the Red Amazon lifted up the Angel Of Ice before throwing her down for another powerbomb, slamming her down the cage floor again. And if that wasn’t enough then a third powerbomb would occur yet again. This would be considered overkill, though the worst was yet to come.
The Greek Spartan would hoist her up, but rather slamming her down again, Pyrena would lift her up and place the Nordic on her shoulders. Waiting a beat before rushing a few steps before performing a Death Valley Driver which would tie things up for her destructive finisher: Atlas’s Wrath!

When Isa had said those words, she could have never guessed what they would cause to happen. Had she known the answer, she would have kept her mouth shut. And tight.

True, her plan had been to goad the Greek warrior into attacking her, and hopefully running straight into a trap. She had needed to say something. But asking Pyrena literally to show how she crushes her? Well, that decision was now going to haunt her for a long time.

The Greek warrior had proceeded to do exactly as she had asked her to, and she was leaving nothing to chance. The redhead was sure to plunge the brave blonde Viking into a destructive defeat.

For Isa, that meant pain unlike ever before. It had all started with the kick straight to her midsection. After that, everything was just exacerbating her dire situation even further.

After the first Powerbomb, the blonde Viking already thought the match was done. When her back had hit the mat for the second time, it had been pretty certain that this was it. But when Pyrena began pulling her up for the third time... Isa's desperation really hit new levels.

This was no longer trying to win a match. This was no longer proving one's superiority. This was no longer about establishing dominance. This was about crushing the Angel of Ice like no one had ever crushed her before.

"AAGH!!!" A long, loud, desperate cry of pain filled the octagon as Isa's body got slammed to the mat with the third Powerbomb in a row. And the blonde was hoping hard, so hard that the third time was the charm. And frankly, so were hoping many in the audience too...

However, every one of them would be proven that there was no escaping the Atlas's Wrath, not even for mighty Vikings. Isa's body was already pretty much just limp as Pyrena ragdolled her once more to her shoulders, finally ready for the final kill.

And that's what it was indeed. The blonde's body got slammed hard to the mat, ending up laying spreadeagle on the mat with her eyes closed. She made no longer any sounds of suffering, and was only barely conscious after the final throw....and for the crowds it was impossible to tell whether the Angel of Ice was already completely out or not.