Lilliana Reynolds Vs. Atalante Pallas

The suplex had hurt....a lot, Atalante back was on fire as she shook her head and arched her back a bit off of the canvas. She knew that she was in a difficult spot right now and that it was going to get a lot worse. She felt how Lilliana grabbed at her shoulders and pulled her up towards her feet...getting the Grecian up into a stand.

The arm of Lilliana slipped in between her legs and one over her shoulders as she was pulled up off of her feet and into the air before she was flung down harshly onto her back again! " Gaah!" Atalante cried out in pain as she once more arched her back, this time more so hissing out in pain from another painful slam from Lilliana.

Lilliana was on a roll now. The former soldier had struggled to find her center in that late stretch of the match but now that she had found it she was bent to make the best out of it. Her latest rush of hits and moves was making a real dent on Atalante’s reserves, and even Lilliana in her winded up and exhausted state could notice it. Her efforts were bearing fruit as for now the Greek was completely at her mercy. Completing her combo with a bodyslam she only confirmed her suspicions as the blonde greenette hissed in pain. Causing pain to a rival and a possible friend wasn’t something Lilliana liked, but for the combat to move on, she would have to make that sacrifice. She also knew that Atalante would understand.

Judging that at that point Atalante couldn’t be more ready for a pin and the end of the match, Lilliana went down on her, draping her rival with her body, securing her shoulders against the mat as she would hook one of Atalante’s legs to complete the pinning maneuver. The referee rushed to her side to start the count. “ONE!”

The bodyslam had been a rough one, and because of it now Atalante's back was in a world of hurt, aching and pulsing in pain as she arched up off of the canvas. She growled out a bit from the pain but she wouldn't have long to try and soothe the pain in her back as Lilliana soon dropped down and draped herself over the body of the green-blond fighter.

Pinning her shoulders against the canvas and hooking one of her legs, causing her to release a huff in annoyance. The referee moved in next to them and started the pin count. First count came and went and soon enough she raised her arm up again, " TWO!" The referee called out as she slapped her hand down against the canvas. The second count was enough to force Atalante to buck up! Kicking out wildly with her strong leg and shifting over to her side to shove Lilliana off of her. She wasn't going to go down that easily when she was fighting a potential rival in good sportsmanship....

That was it. Lilliana could feel the call of victory. She only had to hold the pin for some more instants and it would be done, victory would be hers. Saying that Lilliana relaxed in the pinning maneuver when she had these thoughts would be imprecise. Not even in the best of scenarios she would have been able to hold tighter, her body was spent from exertion.

And even so Atalante found a way to buck her body in a savage way, almost as if she was fueled by sheer willpower and the desire not to lose, the Greek managed to break her pin just an instant after the "Two" count. As she did Lilliana remained on a sitting position, denying with her head in disbelief of how resilient that woman was. She liked her rival’s character, and she had to reckon that at that point it looked like the greenette was able to withstand whatever she could throw at her. With a heavy body Lilliana pulled herself back up, and when she did she noticed how Atalante had already regained her footing.

That had been close, another second or two of staying down she would have lost. Yet, Atalante was a tough girl with a lot of fight to give. She could take a lot of punishment before going down...that was one of the reason why she'd been called the Revival of Greek Heroes. She pushed up and broke the pin attempt, rolling away just enough to she could start to push up towards her feet.

Her eyes would narrow as she saw Lilliana up on her feet, both of them standing now...Atalante would move in towards this challenging opponent of hers and try and throw a firm right forearm strike straight up to the cheek of Lilliana. Looking to show this tough girl that the Grecian wasn't about to go down anytime soon.

The pin broke when Lilliana was just so close to winning the match, the American feeling the taste of victory after the ref counted two just to have it snatched from her mouth when she could taste it. She was frustrated by that and also exhausted to the point she wasn’t sure about if she could stand up for much longer, but she had to, so she forced her body on her feet once more.

And there she was Atalante. The woman had shown a lot of resilience and prowess, a more than mighty and worthy rival for her. Lilliana was happy to have found someone like her to clash against. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to win, but it looked like the Greek had something to say about that. When a powerful forearm strike hit Lilliana hard on her cheek she almost falls flat on her butt, but after being staggered for some instants she recovered. She didn’t have any strength for more flashy or complicated moves, but she could pay Atalante with the same coin, sending a forearm against her chest while the crowd approved that kind of final, desperate clash of wills.

Atalante smirked a very slight smirk as she smacked Lilliana in the face and saw her rival stumble backwards like she did. The Military lady before her was without a doubt a tough fighter, she doubted she'd go down from a forearm strike alone and sure enough she didn't. Instead she came back swinging! Moving in and throwing a harsh forearm strike right into the chest of the green-blonde woman.

" Guh!" Atalante grunted out as she stumbled back a few steps. Panting out a big more heavily now, she would throw her competitive gaze towards Lilliana. Stepping up as Lilliana had answered her challenge, throwing her right arm back towards Lilliana for another forearm strike straight to the generous bust of the brunette.

“Gha-haaah!” After another forearm strike to her bust Lilliana couldn’t help but stagger in pain and exhaustion. Even if Atalante was also weak and everyone could see that, each hit was feeling stronger to Lilliana and her body was progressively getting heavier. That showed how close she was to the breaking point, but her resolve remained strong, maybe the only thing in her that was strong at that time.

Even if the show they were putting now was just a poor slug, the crowd was able to see through it and value all the moves they had seen before. At the moment none of the wrestlers was able to muster the strength to throw a complicated move, but the sheer willpower they had was a powerful spectacle, and the crowd was rewarding that with a powerful round of cheer everytime a strike was launched.

Still staggered and rubbing her pained bust with one of her hands, Lilliana carried herself to the fray once more. “Wont… lose!”, she said while she launched a palm strike so weak that showed that in reality it wasn’t a statement but a desperate attempt to reasure herself.

Atalante took the brunt of Lilliana's attack and fired back one of her own, the two fighters were trading blows right now in a battle of wills it seemed. It was a fight of pure endurance at this point as the fatigue of the battle had set into both of the women's frames.

The Grecian threw a powerful forearm to Lilliana and watched as the military woman staggered back with one hand on her bust. The Green-blonde woman was ready for the brunette to come right back at her and that was exactly what she did! Throwing her palm forward to Atalanta for a palm strike, she managed to nail Atalante in the cheek and threw her head to the side. Letting out a pained grunt and staggering back a step.

Yet....Atalante could feel it. That attack was far weaker than the last. She might have Lilliana on the ropes now! Renewed vigor filling her frame, Atalante would grit her teeth and step right back at the brunette. Trying to throw her hand forward as she would try and nail Lilliana with a right hook straight to the jaw!

There wasn’t much Lilliana could do at that point. Only keep going forward, hit after hit, trying her best to recover and push until she would overpower her rival. But that wasn’t happening according to what was going on. Lilliana felt weaker by the second, each one of the strikes Atalante threw at her felt stronger and the former soldier was starting to doubt herself.

When the green haired recovered from the last forearm strike and threw a punch at her chin Lilliana took it with a deaf thud. With a hand going at her chin she took one step back, then another. Staggered and battered, a glimpse of willpower could be seen in Lilliana’s eyes, but even if her heart was on the right place her body wasn’t. Trying to take a step forward, her body gave up. Lilliana managed to save herself from the fall by taking one knee to the mat, heavy breathing and trying her best to regain her breath and her footing, but it didn’t look like it was going to happen soon. She just had too much.