Hera vs. Garzah - Squash Match Roughhouse

Now that her vision cleared, Garzah could now see better and was glad to see that Hera was in fact right in front of oh wait that wasn't good.

Being roughly pulled up to her feet, she grunted as she grabbed Heras arm by one arm, while with her other arm, tried to find some leverage, grabbing the gladiator's other arm.

Hera simply grunted as she tore her other arm away from Garzah's grip, a fire in her eye as she stared the orc down...

"Good night."

With those two words in the air, she grit her teeth and cocked her massive arm back- Before slinging it with all the might she can muster in her massive body right at Garzah's throat!

WHALLOP!

The clothesline had so much force to it, Garzah had actually fully did a 360 spin in the air before slamming down on her back with enough force to violently shake the whole ring, having let out a pained growl sound and was now left panting, her hair messily spread all over.

The chanting of "HELL YEAH, HERAAA!" followed by several orchestral clapping was the mark of the audiences massive approval.

A wave of satisfaction washes over Hera as she stands over the fallen orc, shaking off her arm as she smirks down at her unconscious form. The rhythmic chanting from the audience caused her to look around, soaking in the admiration- Even going so far as to raise her hands and gesture along with them, as if she was conducting a brilliant symphony. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as her teeth grit in a menacing smile, and she places her boot upon Garzah's chest to put the exclamation point on her first, glorious victory here in Sovereign Realms...

The referee came in to count the pin count.

1!

2!

And suddenly Garzah thrashed and kicked out, throwing off Heras firm boot placed off her chest! She was still panting, but was now laying on her side, shaking her head.

The audience let out a combo of gasps and angry yells. Now a new cacophony was arising

"LETS GO, HEERAAA!" -clap clap clap- "LETS GO, HEERAA!" -clap clap clap-

Hera's entire demeanor changes as the lack of the word 'three'. Wide-eyed, her attention snaps down to the defeated woman underneath her- Only to see she isn't actually defeated. She actually managed to kick out- Kick out of HER finisher. This pathetic little jobber...!

Her eye visibly twitched at the perceived insolence on display, her face frozen into a disgusted grimace... The cheering of the crowd wasn't even sinking in like it should. Hera could only think about one thing, and one thing only- And that was making this orc pay for disrespecting her.

She walked towards Garzah, and lashed her foot out at her, forcefully kicking her in the small of her back to make her roll onto her stomach. And from there, like a woman possessed, she would sit atop of her and plant her right hand by the orc's head, before raining down furious punches for the back of Garzah's skull!

Garzah took a deep breathe as she tried to retake her bearings, only to receive a bootful of leather in her back as she got rolled onto her stomach, making her grimace a bit.

Feeling Hera sit on her back caused a "wha-" to escape her throat before she felt the constant hammer of furious punches to the back of her head. The dizziness was returning back to her head and vision as the back of her head started to feel really sore.

And yet, something about it all, was...she wasn't sure why, but somewhere in her, she actually felt... something. Towards Hera, she wasn't sure why.

But something about all the energy and anger, for some really, she felt really awestruck by mentally even if physically, her head was rocking left and right with each punch.

Hera was wordless with each and every strike, only letting out soft grunts of vigor as she continues to swing and swing and swing... Eventually in her fit of rage, she stood off of Garzah and stepped back, bending over and digging her sharp nails right into the weightlifter's muscular back, before raking them down with a shout of fury!

The back rake caused a completely different reaction, as rather than just continue lying on the mat, Garzah suddenly shot up like a bullet, immediately standing on bent knees, as she let out a long, leaking hissing noise, cringing her shoulders backwards to try to rub the back rake as the crowd gave out an "OOOOOH" of pained glee.

Garzah turned around, the damage of the match so far now clearly taking its toll as she was swaying side to side, dizzy, hurt, and her durability now clearly running out, as she weakly raised her arms in a defence stance, saying drowsily

"Wh...that all, babe?"

Hera stepped back as Garzah physically recoiled from her back rake, seething through her nostrils as she revels in the orc's misery... She waits for her to stand and turn to face her, the poor weightlifter practically out on her feet and--

Shoots a flippant quip at Hera.

Ohhhhhh Hera does not like that.

Like a bull seeing a whole ocean of red, the incensed gladiator lunges for Garzah and wraps her hands around the orc's thick throat, shoving her back against the ropes and immediately rocketing a harsh knee right into her chiseled gut!