Hell On Earth: FAMINE - Aphrodite vs. Hawk Moth

The sound of clasped handcuffs was real music for Karen's ears. The girl smiled gloatingly, looking at her completed work. She had not felt such fury for a long time, Aphrodite did a great job in order to bring Hawk Moth to such a state. She had no illusions, she understood that this is a hardcore match in which everything is allowed until the very last cruelty. Therefore, even such a dirty move as powder in the face was somewhat honest, however, despite the rather unusual and twofold first impression of Aisha, her rival was able to completely turn Karen’s attitude towards her. Each word from the lips of the blonde after the start of the match pushed them to this point.

The audience in the hall shouted, someone was looking forward to further events, and someone was booing Karen’s actions, because in fact she didn’t leave her opponent any chances. But now she did not care, a red veil covered her gaze. Life has developed that way, despite the apparent contradiction. The girl did not like to hurt people, but each time, finding herself in fight, she does what is necessary for victory. And never forgives those who act as an asshole first. An eye for an eye. An tooth for an tooth. And an evil for an evil. She firmly grabbed Aphrodite by the hair and raised her head, while Karen herself sank lower, her lips even slightly touching the blonde's ear.

- And now I will lower you from heaven to earth, you dirty whore, - she said in a whisper, after which she slightly licked Aisha’s earlobe.

Immediately, Karen was about to down her opponent's head down, once again pushing her face to the mat. But that was not all. The girl was determined to turn around at the feet of the Greek goddess, getting down from her back. Hawk Moth was impressed by the submission hold Aisha used. If it was a standard match, she would not be able to use Aisha's hair to escape and she would definitely have a really bad time. But now Karen was determined not to admire the blonde’s skills, but to make her suffer.

And for this, she was going to grab Aisha's legs, cross them and grab the knee of her left leg with both hands, after which she would put right knee directly on the center of Aphrodite’s back, putting extra pressure. She didn’t have to hesitate for everyone to realize the essence of what was happening, instead she pulled Aphrodite’s legs toward herself, stretching her muscles and ligaments, and also causing her spine to bend at an unnatural angle. It was her submission finisher, designed for one purpose only - to make people suffer. And this is called the first nectar!

- Really? - Karen asked gloatingly after Aisha's words.

It was just amazing. Even in such a hopeless situation, the Greek goddess continued to provoke Hawk Moth. The Japanese girl considered this a complete recklessness, because the instinct of self-preservation was the basic principle of any person. Perhaps somewhere deep down Karen even respected the disobedience of her rival, but now... if that is her choice, then...

- In that case, I will send you directly to the Underworld, as far as I remember, Hades loves sluts with a pretty face! - the street fighter almost hissed.

She put the knee on Aisha’s spine even more, as if she were really trying to break her bones. And along with this, she used all her physical strength to pull the blonde's legs towards herself, maximizing the pain from her finisher. Being at the peak of anger, Karen forgot about morality and the fact that she, perhaps, had never been so cruel to anyone. Neither here nor on the street. Maybe tomorrow she will regret her decisions, but now she enjoyed every second, listening to the cries of her helpless rival. She did not need her submission. Victory in this match could be achieved only one way and Karen did not forget about it.

Hawk Moth let go of her rival's legs, getting off her. She grabbed Aphrodite's hair and one of her captured hands in order to lift her to her feet with one jerk. Even if she had to support her rival so that she would not fall due to pain after the submission hold, she was ready to do this.

- That's what happens to those who consider themselves superior to others, the fallen goddess, - said Karen, again approaching the blonde's ear,  - I will make you swallow every fucking word which you said. And I'm ready to beat you until you ask for forgiveness for everything.

And after that, Karen was going to turn Aisha to her front, sending a hard right uppercut to her navel so that she bent in half and felt the seriousness of the situation. But Hawk Moth was not so petty, because if successful, she intended to wrap her left hand around the neck of Aphrodite, fixing the front facelock. With her free hand, the street fighter intended to grab the left leg of the Greek goddess, and then lift this body up, throwing Aisha's legs on own waist. This was the second time Karen was going to apply this move in a hardcore match and last time for her rival it ended very badly. And now she was going to fall on her own back, sending Aphrodite's head towards hard coating outside the ring with the help of the finisher called cocoon of the moth!

- Hot damn, girl... - Karen said.

The street fighter no longer understood whether Aisha was just an immensely stubborn person who continued to bend her line, or pride filled it so much that she simply could not accept the fact of her failure, or whether she simply liked to receive pain. Karen was definitely not a judge because she had no idea how she herself would have acted in the same situation. But despite the fact that she did not know what made Aphrodite continue to provoke her, at this point in time it did not matter for her.

Hawk Moth fell on her back and at the moment when the blonde's head collided with the floor, all the spectators in the hall were silent. Karen let go of her rival’s leg and pushed her to the side so that Aisha would be on her back. Karen rolled over and pounce on the Greek goddess, taking a sit right on her soft belly. The street fighter squeezed the throat of her rival with her left hand and raised her right hand up, clenching the fist.

The right hand has already begun to fall down, there was rage in her eyes. She was determined to knock out all her shit and all the blood from her rival. But suddenly her hand stopped, and the fingers of her left hand stopped squeezing Aisha's throat with the same strength. The girl realized that her rival was unconscious. The gaze of Hawk Moth ran through the battered body of her helpless rival and her fist trembled, she did not understand what was stopping her.

“Come on, Karen, hit her. She deserved it. She’s not even Lily, why did you stop?” - the girl asked herself mentally.

Her fist trembled even more, her jaw clenched, and her lips pursed. Aisha began to recover, her eyes opened a little and Karen saw that the gaze of the Greek goddess was defocused. After finisher of Hawk Moth, her rival was completely incapacitated.

- Damn you! - Karen hissed, not believing her own words.

Her hand went sharply down and her fist hit the place from the left of Aisha’s head, at that moment the audience even exhaled a little relieved. Karen removed her hand from Aisha's throat and rose from her stomach. The street fighter had no idea why she hadn't done what she was about to do. She did not feel pity or condescension, she was sure of it. She felt pity and condescension during a hardcore match with the Englishwoman, but even then this did not stop her from continuing to beat her friend. But now…

The girl glanced briefly at Aisha, and then looked at the prepared table, which was nearby. It's time to finish this. To win, she needed to break the table with the body of Aphrodite, and she intended to do so. Maybe something kept her from splashing out her anger on Aisha, but it should have ended one way or another. Karen took her stunned rival by the hand and raised her to her feet, after which Hawk Moth, making enough effort to support Aisha, went with her to the table, even if the legs of the Greek goddess were simply dragging along the floor.

Karen had several moves with which she would definitely break the table, but the problem was that she could not guarantee the integrity of the hands of the Greek goddess. Apparently this time, the street fighter will still have to give up her words about broken bones. Karen snapped her tongue, why does she even care if Aisha breaks her hands or not? Why should she refuse her finisher because of this blonde? The girl did not have answers to these questions. But the time has come. She was ready to become famine.

When there was only one step to the table, Hawk Moth was determined to stand behind Aphrodite and stick her hands under captured hands. This was not her favorite move, but now she couldn’t find any other options to break the table without causing her opponent too severe hands injuries. Karen intended to take a deep breath, and then lift the Greek goddess up into the elevated double chickenwing position!

Now no one had any doubts about what Hawk Moth was going to do. Aisha was able to get Karen out of herself and because of this, the girl felt a rage that perhaps she had never experienced. And now she just wanted to finish it all. And that is precisely why Karen intended to let go of Aisha’s hands, grabbing her legs instead, and then fall into a sitting position, sending the front part of the blonde’s body directly to the table with the help of the hook and ladder or, as they call it in other way, glam slam!

Some say that a person is aware of all his mistakes only at the very last moment. And although the last moment did not necessarily mean death, now Karen was wondering if her rival regrets everything that happened today. A street fighter may never have experienced the anger that captured her today. After the Hawk Moth's finisher Aphrodite was almost completely incapacitated, the girl had to make an effort to keep the blonde on her legs. And even the attempt to hit Karen with head was more of despair than a deliberate action. Now Karen had quite different feelings. Surely she knew only one thing. It should end.

Therefore, contrary to her promise, the girl lifted her rival into the air, and then sent her body right to the table, breaking it. The table shattered into small pieces, and Aisha's body collapsed to the floor. It was all over. For a few seconds, Karen sat motionless, and then a bell rang announcing the end of the match. The audience screamed like crazy. They came here for a show, and they got it. Karen let go of Aisha's legs and got to her feet. The referee lowered from the ring in order to turn over the Greek goddess and check her condition, and then he went to Hawk Moth, raising her hand up.

- The winner and holder of the title of horseman of the Apocalypse “Famine” is Hawk Moth! - was announced to the whole audience, after which the musical theme of the winner sounded.

The audience greeted the winner, while Karen was not sure about her feelings. Her eyes were fixed on her battered rival, whose clothes were torn and because of which her chest was bare. This was noticed not only by her. This was noticed by the audience and definitely noticed by another referee who approached Aisha. However, he was in no hurry to do anything about it. If there was anything in this world that infuriated Karen more than bitches like Aisha, this was an obscene attitude towards girls.

Karen pulled her hand out of the referee's hand and took a step towards Aphrodite. The street fighter puted her hands to the T-shirt's hem, and then took it off herself, remaining only in a sports bra. The girl was not sure that she could put a T-shirt on her rival, so she just covered Aisha's naked upper body with this, hiding her chest from obscene glances. She even heard dissatisfied grunts in the hall, therefore, without remorse, the girl showed her middle finger in the direction of displeased observers.

Something told her that her gesture would definitely be misunderstood by her rival. Surely Aisha will find this a kind of perverse condescension, although in reality Karen just did not want... even Aisha does not deserve obscene views on her body after all. She took her phone from the referee and looked again at Aisha. No. Despite her habit, today she will not take a photo with defeated rival. Hawk Moth glanced at the medical team, who were approaching in order to help her rival if necessary. And she was not sure that she should stay here. Conscience told her that she had to say something. But it was a match. And she had nothing to apologize for.

The girl looked at her rival for the last time, and in her eyes there was no joy, only... sadness? Karen headed for the curtains, letting the medical team do their job. Even though some did not approve of her act with the T-shirt, she was still greeted as a winner. Karen should not have ignored this. The love of the audience was important to her, and she had to reciprocate. Therefore, the girl forced herself to smile and waved a hand to the audience. Today she became Famine. Despite everything, today she came out victorious. Although this was not such a large-scale event as Splash or Avalanche, today she won her first unofficial title. The girl hid behind the curtains and after walking a few meters stopped, putting her hand on her face.

- Congratulations, - came Victoria's stern voice, - if you will continue in the same vein, you will become the most cruel bitch and the title of Famine will only be the beginning.
- This is my job, Victoria, - Karen answered wearily, - and it was the hardcore match. Do you regret that I did not lose?
- I took care of you for most of your life, I am glad of your every victory, Karen, - said the manager, adjusting her glasses.

Hawk Moth didn’t answer, she went to the locker room and Victoria escorted her.