The Barbarian clashes with The Goddess! Veronika vs. Aisha

“GraaaAAAHHH! she’d bend her in practically two, the pain in her legs shooting up her spine and back down only continued in waves. If it weren’t for the clump of hair in her hands, she could very well be tapping right now. She’d give the Goddess a yank, then a pull, giving them the absolute hell she was feeling at this very moment. Her aim was to make it burn and threaten to rip out her own hair that she’d let go.

As of it were a miracle, she felt her right leg hit the canvas, free from the blondes torturous grasp, but she still had one leg locked. Her right would begin to kick wildly in an attempt for more freedom when she felt, smooth fingers run through her platinum blonde hair. The hand suddenly grabs hold of her hair and yanks, forcing a short cry from her lips. Veronika couldn’t take this much longer, her free hand would extend to find a rope but when her pools ventured, she had a little bit to go. She curses under her breath and it’s to pull harder on the goddess hair, the Russian planned to pull so hard that the two could meet eye to eye.

Aphrodite didn't know how long exactly she was going to have hold on, the hair pulling was excruciating, free hand waving around trying to whack Veronika at her side but the Russian still held tight to there long blonde hair, each second and an agonizing amount of pain, "Let... let go... you oaf..." she commanded at her. Her hold, was shaky now having possession of only one leg. She doubted it could last much longer as she already felt it slipping.

An eye met both of her's, her own back and scalp straining as she tried to keep hold. If she let go Veronika would still have her by the hair but hopefully the referee would stop it, but this may be her only chance at defeating Veronika. It was a weighted thought that came to mind and it was decided to eventually let go, quickly going to the side to try and move away and get back to her feet.

The referee came forth now that a clear verdict could be made, "Alright let go, break it up!"

Veronika and Aphrodite seemed to be in a stalemate with each giving the other a harsh taste of pain. The Russian was facing a realization: she couldn’t keep any of this up for much longer. The pain in her legs was getting to much to deal with and the sensations her body were being forced to endure only piled onto the misery she was going through. Locking eyes with the goddess, the Russian could only feel hate, hate that she was this helpless again. Hate that she let herself be tricked by a coward, hate that she couldn’t do better than this.

By some miracle she finally left her leg go, their hair would slip past her fingers as she laid there for a moment. Her left leg practically begging for some reprieve. The referee suddenly deciding to break the pair up. Veronika slolwly shifts her knees underneath her, the pulsating muscles sending another wave throughout her body. The Russian knew that no matter what she did, there was no coming out on top.

Rolling over towards one of the corners, Aphrodite held to her injured hair. While the anchor hold was a rather effective move it seemed, the chance of someone hair pulling as a way to escape it was high, a fact that the goddess knew very well. Her long hair was both a blessing a curse, but such was the cost of true beauty like herself, something that she was not going to sacrifice for petty inconveniences.

Using the corner to stand back up, the blonde goddess looked to her barbarous opponent, watching her for every moment. Now was the time to do it, climbing up to the top rope to do a move she hadn't done in rather a long time. Facing away, she raised her arms out quickly for just a short time before she then jumped, flipping over in an Imploding Senton Bomb, otherwise known as The Apple.

Veronika was too slow to get up, on top of that she lost sight of Aisha. Her legs were her main issue here, calves felt ready to burst and thighs were strained to almost tearing it felt like. The Russianlooked yo to see her worst nightmare: a match coming to an end, her end.

As Aphrodite launched herself off the top rope, they’d come crashing down over her back driving her own knees into her chest. Veronika didn’t make a sound as she slumped to the canvas, her mind was the only thing going as she body flopped to its side.

Where did she go wrong? She fought hard but did she just not fight hard enough? As darkness began to take her she had only one thought coke to mind. If the way she was fighting now didn’t benefit her than maybe she should treat it like a war. Nothing to hold back, no reason to suppress herself on a civilian. Next time, next time she’d come for blood.

Aphrodite's landing was hard on the both of them, Aphrodite gritting her teeth as she rolled off of the Barbarian for the moment, clutching her now somewhat sore stomach and chest that took the brunt of the landing a top Veronika. This was her chance now, all she had to do was quickly climb a top her larger and more muscular opponent for the pin count, slowly crawling her way over to her in a somewhat slow manner. She slumped a top her, resting an arm and her own head on her breast like a pillow.

The referee would quickly slide over, slamming their hand down as the crowd seemed to count with them "ONE!"

Her body had given up the fight, she couldn’t do anything else besides breathe now. She hated this, she hated this feeling of loss. The familiarity of the weight on top of her sealed her fate. With a heavy sigh she knew that it was almost over, the first count fell on deaf ears. Inside however, the Russian began to twist and turn. A monster battered it’s cage, angry and bend outs at its masters failure.

Her eyes began to flutter, her nails digging into the canvas, there wasn’t any hope of a comeback. The second count barely audible as she was coming to.

Three!

Veronika felt something else now, like restraints falling off of her little by little. The ex-major that feared nothing began to resurface, like the old days, charging onto that damned field. She wanted revenge, revenge for this humiliation and she’d seek tht retubution endlessly. This wasn’t for her name, or her men. No, this would be to right this wrong. She wouldn’t lose again, not like this.

Aphrodite laid a top Veronika, chest heaving up and down as she heard the three count, having officially pinned and won the match against the barbarian, she slowly rolled off of her, disoriented and deeply tired. The referee would have to pull her up, near too tired to stand on her own volition.

Now standing the blonde goddess was somewhat of a wreck with a breast hanging out and a bruise or two on her typically unblemished body. She'd look down with a hand raised up in the air with the help of the referee, "It appears... like I have won... savage..." she breathed hard, barely able to speak in a full sentence without having to take a breath.

She had to look up at that pompous blonde, floating over her like she won so easily. It made the russian sick. She wanted to get up and strangle the life out of them, just as she would’ve any enemy but no, not today. Another loss was added to her record another blemish on her reputation. She could feel Eshe building up in her core as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. She balled her fist as she stood on her wobbly fist, eyes slight with fire.

The warrior in her was ashamed but there was always next time. As she began to make her way out, a sudden tick pulled at her mind. A tick to end things on a note that no one would maybe expect. She turned, Ruby pools blazing with heat at the blonde goddess, stricken with her own bruises and of course a wardrobe malfunction.

Limping to her rival she’d press her body close to the smaller woman, gaze desiring more violence. Without a moments hesitation, Veronika would find a place for that balled fist of hers into the Goddess’ adorned face. With a soft and breath she’d look down to them if she connected with how exhausted they both were. ”This, is not over. Fight me. On own terms.” She challenged, turning and limping out of the ring, contemplating her next move. She wanted a rematch and she wanted it soon.

Winner via Pinfall: Aphrodite.

Aphrodite's eyes widened as she dodged out of the way of the oncoming fist that was hurdling right towards her face. She'd fall backwards, rolling away from Veronika until she was at the ropes. Exasperated and surprised, she couldn't believe that the barbarian had the strength to still even throw a punch like that. Veronika was right, this wasn't over, not by a long shot.