The Barbarian clashes with The Goddess! Veronika vs. Aisha

Veronika prepared herself for her second ever match in AFW, she hadn’t expected to be put on the sidelines for so long but you know how the saying goes: “patience is a virtue.” The Russian Amazon was unexpectedly excited for her match, she enjoyed meeting a tough opponent and over coming that challenge. Tonight was going to be great, she could feel it.

Fixing her boots and tying them tightly, she’d check the bandages around her arm, making sure they weren’t loose. She’d get into stance, seeing if her attire still felt comfortable from a fighting position. She’d throw a kick and then switch into throwing a punch. Yup, fit as a button. Sighing with relief, she was afraid it wouldn’t feel right anymore, if she were honest. With that situated she’d head toward the ramp, awaiting her name as she had once before. Nothing was going to stop her tonight.

Suddenly she heard her name and the theme she had picked out for her self over the speakers, stepping out from the currents, she’d step out with a calm yet dominant strut to her walk. She couldn’t help but wonder, what would her opponent be like? Would they be anything like Cicilia or would it be something new? Veronika wasn’t entirely sure which she’d prefer.

Climbing up to the ring, the brute of a woman would look out to the crowd. Veronika didn’t see herself as a people pleaser but she felt it was her duty to cover up her defeat with a victory. Any signs of mercy, any notions of weakness would be stomped down until they were nothing more than dust. She’d turn to the ramp, awaiting her opponent. This wasn’t going to end like it did with Cicilia, she would make sure of that. It wouldn’t be long before she got her rematch with her.

Veronika was a bit perplexed to see Aphrodite strut out with style so suddenly, posing lewdly, she could only grimace at the fact she was trying to swoon the crowd with her looks. The Russian couldn’t exactly say her feminine charms were anything but zilch, nada. Who’s find anything attractive about a brute built woman? Not that she cared.

As they entered the ring, it was plain to see that she’d be dealing with insults at immediately after meeting. The ex-solider was calm , tightening the bandage wraps along her arms. Redirecting her gaze to other things that actually mattered.

“If think calling dog is hurtful, then you are mistaken. Military call much worse.” she’d claim, flexing her fingers into a fist as she pumps herself up, ready to go. ”If you waste time then leave. It’s chance to prove myself, I won’t show mercy, mishka.” she adds, a bit of disdain in her voice.

Up the stakes, huh? Now that was an idea. She couldn’t help but meet their pools at the notion of fighting for a cause with more than her pride on the line. “You talk big, Mishka. If you want up stakes in match, then I take up on it. Teach you lesson.” Veronika felt a fire raging in her gut, her instincts were demanding that she fight with all her might. Something about this woman seemed off to the Russian, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Bah, if they were a wolf then she’d just have to be a bear. She cringed just a bit hearing their own self praises. Nothing said “I’m overconfident.” Then someone spouting off their own compliments. Veronika wasn’t the type to really pay it any kind, especially when she planned solely on crushing the competition. “I’m sure that what papa tells you. I’ll show you what barbarian can do to goddess, real soon.   she promised.

Cracking her knuckles, the brute would step toward to center. Her blood was pumping exciting her to battle, the thought of another cruel and grueling match fueled her ambition to win. She could feel it now.

“I...chto?” Veronika reverted back to her native tongue, visible confusion on her face. The barbarian was beginning to think that the two had different interpretations of POW. Still, the stakes were much higher now, pride aside, being captured and tortured (which was what she thought Aphrodite meant) didn’t sit well with her.

Her ruby pools followed the blonde sternly, the pacing about was a little nerve wracking, it was like she was being picked apart. Perhaps, they weren’t as stupid as she initially thought. The heavy metal amazon followed, keeping her distance to the max while observing her opponent. She was more than likely quick. Based on their form: she was light weight, and smaller. Probably lacking in power. Thinking back on her training, it was necessary to go up against all types of opponents. Learning how to deal and neutralize them while out on the field.

Veronika was certain that the blonde goddess would try to tire her out to win. The ex solider had to come up with a way to defend herself from getting roped into heir traps. Light fighters couldn’t hold out of heavy hitters got them first. She’d aim to do that and hide her time. “So can joke?” she asks, with her broken dialect.

Veronika couldn’t let herself back down. She was certain she just misinterpreted Aphrodite, maybe it was what she thought after all. Despite that, the Russian wouldn’t allow the thought of being a coward cross her mind. She grits her teeth. “Accept challenge.” She replies. Admittedly a bit hesitant than she felt she ought to be.

The rush impressed her, she didn’t expect them to attack but, Veronika was up to the task to meet her. As the blonde stepped in close, the ex solider would step in to meet her. Extending her reach to catch or take a swipe at her attacker only for them to pull back. A feint huh? Not a bad start, at least they proved they weren’t stupid or suicidal.

Instead of stepping back, the amazon decided to come to them. With her few extra inches in reach and mobility, the Russian would make an attempt to close the distance between them. The sudden bound covered a fair amount of ground against the would be goddess, and there was where she’d make her move.

Veronika would launch herself forward. Both hands ready to make the capture and the first blemish on their pale body. She felt she had to make the first strike count if she was going to win this thing. In her attempted launch; She outstretch’s her arms, both trying to find a target around their wrists. If she were successful, the amazon would then attempt to snake her leg around their calf , hoping to drive them off balance and onto the sharp point of her knee to start things off.