The Goddess and the Tanker: Catherine "Kay" Grant vs Aphrodite "The Love of the World"

Man, Kay really didn't have any patience for this woman, this so called 'Goddess' who struck opponents in their most vulnerable spots where it was guaranteed to hurt, Yeah no. not dealing with this type of behavior. "Man, I bet you really enjoy kicking people in the Shins." The blonde Tanker remarked with a subtle scowl as she braced for Aphrodite's inevitable retaliatory strike.

Tsk. Predictable.

Raising her arms up in a defensive over her bust, the Tanker would brush off the hard chop with a grunt before quickly moving up with her hands quickly being placed over the Goddess' shoulders and then and shoving her back with a grunt immediately, following up on this new offense by taking her right arm off Aphrodite's shoulder and delivering a hard backhanded smack into her photogenic face, just to disorientate and insult her. "How does it feel to taste your own medicine? Backhanded bitch." She hissed disdainfully.

Aphrodite reared back her hand to smack it across her opponent's chest, but it landed instead against braced arms, leaving not a single breast hurt by the goddess. It shocked her somewhat that it had been blocked, but she had telegraphed the strike far too much, letting Kay have enough time to block the strike before it came across to deal some damage, "Why you little..." she was about to say before getting a backhand straight to her beautiful face.

The strike stunned her, not even realizing that her opponent was holding her by the shoulders. She'd stumble back slightly, not having prepared herself to be struck so suddenly, "Wa?" she stumbled the words out for.

Aphrodite's attitude really was quite the grating thing to Kay, the superficiality, the vapidity... Now those were all tolerable to the blonde Military vehicles' enthusiast, they really were, as she'd dealt with people like that quite frequently and cordially, But with Aphro the situation was different as with this woman, there was such an arrogance and spiteful self-assuredness with just a hint of amorality that just rubbed Kay off the wrong way...

Quickly seizing the situation, the Blonde Armor-Piercing Shell gripped her opponent by her waist, wrapping her arms around Aphrodite's midsection and then with an almighty heave squeezed down for a rough attempt at a Bearhug! "What was that?... I didn't hear you." She taunted as she squeezed down on her slightly taller opponent before spinning to her side and letting go of the Goddess, letting her fall onto the mat with an ignoble thud and a minor crowd 'pop' of laughs at the Goddess of Love's expsense!

"Heh."

Stunned and unable to realize what was happening after being struck, Aphrodite felt the firm grip of her opponent wrap around her in a Bear Hug. Her eyes went wide, feeling as pressure was put upon around her stomach, going from an uncomfortable nuisance to outright pain and displeasure as she gripped tighter to lock it in. For someone smaller than the goddess, Catherine was far more than meets the eye, already giving the champion a hard time. She'd cry out, gritting her teeth as her hands tried to pry herself out.

She'd land hard on to her rear, not expecting the sudden throw over and away onto the mat. The blonde quickly moved to her hands and knees, looking towards her opponent with utter contempt, "You think this is funny, how dare you! You shall pay for your insolence!"

Alright, Alright enough games, as much fun as it was to poke and prod the pompous so-called Goddess into amusing fits of rage, Kay remembered that yeah this is her debut match in the biggest wrestling promotion on Earth, sooo she needed to actually show off her ability in the ring. "If I'll be honest... No, That wasn't funny... that was Hilarious." Kay rapidly quiped in response to Aphrodite's contemptuous whine, smirking down at her. Okay,

one more dig at Aphrodite couldn't actually hurt.

With Aphrodite likely having gotten back up to her feet by this point and likely seething with impotent rage towards the All-American tank nerd, Kay simply offered up another Lock-up or clinch for the Goddess to take her up on, Because nothing can totally go wrong with that idea... Absolutely nothing.

Kay would be right on the money with the utter anger that Aphrodite was experiencing at this point. As soon as the two squared off once again, the goddess would quickly and rather aggressively come at the Tanker and go straight into the grapple. If she hadn't been made before she was definitely mad now, the lock-up rough and tumble as she tried to push her straight back to the corner, or at least back into any sort of direction.

"You want something hilarious; I'll show you hilarious!" she spoke with an intent to kill, throwing Kay into an Irish whip towards the ropes. The goddess would follow quickly after, waiting for them to rebound to try to clothesline them.

Okay! In hindsight, Further antagonizing Aphrodite wasn't such a good idea... Yeah no, no that was a terrible idea, seems Kay's tactical and strategic acumen was off today as her opponent immediately took the lead in their grapple, the Blonde all-American tanker keeping up with the rough and rather heated lock-up with the two seemingly evenly matched for a brief second before eventually the angered Aphro successfully took the upper hand in their struggle before finally punishing the Yankee Upstart the only way she knew how.  

"OhShitOhShit-" Kay went as she felt her left arm get gripped by the Goddess of Love (more like goddess of spite haha) as she was slammed into the ropes with a painful rebound that sent seemed to leave the Tanker dumbstruck initially before she quickly attempted to reverse her fortunes as she stumbled quickly towards her foe, ducking beneath Aphrodite's clothesline and running towards the opposite ropes for her own springboard off the ropes to try and attempt her own clothesline!

"C'MERE BITCH!"

To say Aphrodite was infuriated by this rookie upstart was an understatement as she tried to get the advantage back, or at least something against her opponent. Grant had become far harder an opponent to tackle, filled with energy and a resolve that was not so suspected from a rookie, especially on a house show like this was. If the goddess didn't start doing something soon, she'd look like a major idiot. However, with the Irish Whip in play, the goddess thought she was going to manage to pull out a major upset as she flung the fellow blonde into the ropes for the rebound.

In attempt to follow up, the goddess had gone after her with clothesline, but instead of a neck or chest in her arms way, she'd miss. It was a shock as she came back around, using the ropes as well now to rebound and come for another round. This time however she wouldn't be as lucky, and would face a clothesline back in return, smashing her down into the ring after it impacted against her chest. Her breasts jiggling around in the material that barely restrained them before she clutched at her chest.

Aphrodite was probably, in Kay's mind at least, likely the most spiteful creature she'd ever encountered in all her years.

And it was quite cathartic in making this bitch look like an idiot, Yep. felt good. "How's that Karma taste, Bitch?" The All-American tank enthusiast snarked, somewhat pleased to have seemingly beaten down the haughty goddess and bought herself some time to try out a submission move. "Alright, So-called 'Goddess of Love' let's see how you love this one." Kay croaked playfully as she breathed in and grabbed the Goddess by her legs, heaving the battered Aphrodite onto her stomach, hooking her arms between the woman's legs and yanking them hard back, the Yankee then just about seating herself onto poor Aphrodite's thighs for a Boston Crab!

"Tell ya the truth, this is absolutely Hilarious." Kay teased from her position of power atop the woman in pain.

Aphrodite had placed many a foe in a similar move such as the Anchor Lock, closely related to the Boston Crab that she was now being put into. The strain on her back was excruciating, causing a terrible amount of pain as the fans cheered the proud yankee as she was dominating the stuck-up goddess and champion, on a house show no less. She couldn't believe it, how could one like Catherine beat her so like this, trying to pull herself out of it but finding resistance to escape almost unbearable as weight pressed down on the small of her back.

"When I get... when I get out of this..." she groans as she tries to pull herself away and towards the ropes. Each time she'd get an inch or two, arm stretched out to try and grab at it, her breasts would press down on the mat, ballooning out as they were wedged between her.