The Barbarian clashes with The Goddess! Veronika vs. Aisha

It worked! Her knee dug in with purpose as she managed to make contact. She wouldn’t smile to show her visible happiness with success, just continue to fight. It wasn’t any surprise how they reacted to suddenly have a driving feeling in their midsection. Veronika would take this chance to reaffirm her grip, making damn sure that they couldn’t escape.

She suddenly felt a sting I her cheek, a balled up fist pressed and adding onto the pain. She’d take a voluntary step back, the blondes wrist still very much so in her grip. So they wanted a brawl huh? She could work with that. After a split second to bring herself back, the amazon would throw a punch of her own, aiming it right into their gut again to add onto the pain still lingering in their midsection.

If it connected, Veronika would attempt to continue her lucky break. Aphrodite was indeed lightweight, enough so that she’d go for it. Making the transition quick, the amazon would throw the blondes arm over her neck, her goal was to really pile on the damage and break them. If Aphrodite didn’t resist with hopefully two strikes to the gut, Veronika would grab a handful of that long white garb and hoist the woman up for a vertical suplex.

"The gut...why do they always hit me in the gut..." she squeaked out as she was struck again straight in the gut by the strong woman. It seemed that everyone no matter what always found her stomach an irresistible target. The strike itself would have her doubled over against her once again after having tried to punch her back again. The punch did prove one thing, punching her could still work at least.

Of course she had to be able to do such a thing as she was then set to be lifted up, "You... put me down!" she commanded before she was given just that. Would be planted down, now laying on the ground disoriented and in pain.

The squeak was like that of a small kitten, mewling and whining for its mother when it wanted to be fed or if it got lost. Veronika couldn’t help that new found imagery, but she could keep up the pain. She decided to at least give the goddess their answer, for another dose of the pain they so hated. “Small fighter knock over easy.” she explains. “Stomach is center, so can’t handle it.

With their answer given, perhaps not in the fashion that would make her sound reasonable, having broken speech and all. The amazon begins preparation, setting the girls arm over her neck, grabbing a handful of that silken white garments and lifting her up over head. Veronika wouldn’t waste time and would let gravity do the work.

The impact of the suplex lightly shook the ring. Unfurling herself from Aphrodite, she’d settle on her knee, grabbing hold of their arm to get them back on their feet. If they were ready for another round or not wouldn’t concern her. Veronika would attempt to grab hold of their hands. Extending her body to give her ample room to move the blonde to the corner given, that she didn’t resist.

Aphrodite would land hard down on the mat as Veronika finished the move. The goddess would land with a thud, laying out in pain and thoroughly dazed and confused. This woman had some power behind her. She'd try to stand up, stumbling as she shook her head. The barbarian however would pick her up instead, grabbing her by the hands to pull her to her feet and drag the blonde over to the corner to most likely abuse even further.

This she wasn't going to stand for one bit. A goddess such as herself wasn't going to be manhandled in such a way to look so pathetic against an uncouth barbaric savage that Veronika was in her mind. More underhanded tactics were to be used against such an opponent. She was ready to do it, just having to find the right time as she was put in the corner. The Goddess would then turn around bringing a hand low and attempt to perform a groin claw, a rather foul move to the Barbarian. The referee beginning a count to end such a move as soon as they saw it.

She felt confident, Veronika felt if she could keep up this pressure so early that the match could very well be hers. Forcing the woman into a corner, about to level her completely into nothing only to find her midsection basically burning and then a sudden sense of nausea. The amazon felt she was going to be sick then came a wave of pain. The Russian looked down to find her source of unyielding pain, Aphrodite had played a dirty trick and had a claw on her womanhood.

Her body reacted instinctively. Perhaps now suddenly in a fight or flight respond, her first priority was to get away but moving was out of the question. She grit her teeth as soft whimpers began to sleep through. I’m a fit of embarrassed anger as well as an attempt to escape this ridiculous hold, Veronika would literally try to slap the taste out of Aphrodite’s mouth.

Even if she missed, the red would force the goddess to release her. If either were the case, the ex-solider would drop to her knees, and cover herself. Embarrassed, hurt, angry. Those emotions would grab hold of her like a vice as she would try to create some space between her and the underhanded goddess. Whatever she thought of them now, only one word would stick: coward.

Aphrodite would give Veronika a rather smug look as she clenched the claw hold into her opponents crotch, making sure she got as deeps as the fabric would even let her. The referee immediately came to, commanding the blonde to let go before beginning a count. They'd only get to one however as the barbarian woman attempted to slap said smug look off of her face, making Aphrodite duck low and drop the claw hold, dashing around behind the now kneeling Veronika.

This was a now perfect situation for the goddess felling the giant before her in one swoop. She was going to take advantage of this and what better way to bring the giant down on to the mat then a surprise roundhouse kick straight to the back of the head. Hopefully such would stun and bring her down, leaving her vulnerable to the many other tricks that the rather heelish goddess had in store for her.

She missed, of course she missed. Veronika should’ve made it quick and simple than try to throw power behind it. With the Goddess escaped, the Russian had no way to catch her for the time being, actually, where did they go? Her lower half was aching as she attempted to recover, it still surprised her that anyone would stoop this low just to gain ground.

Just as she was just about to get to her feet, A sudden explosion of pain graced her skull. The sudden kick forced her down to the mat, face down, growing in agony. She pushes herself up on her hands but her head is pounding, anger turning to resentment and resentment slowly switching to hellish brutality when she could manage to get her hands on them.

Groggy, she grabs hold of the rope, attempting to bring herself back to her knees and then to her feet. The makeshift headache was really taking its toll, but her mind was made up.

Aprhodite smirked; who knew that toppling a goliath would be this easy, David must have been a pushover. The goddess would survey her handiwork after planting that kick right against the barbarian's skull, looking upon her with a smug look and a hand on her hip. She slowly twirl around, gyrating her hips to taunt and woo the crowd amassed to watch, "Beauty triumphs once again," she speaks, making sure she said it loud enough for those in the front row and the audio equipment could pick it up.

Of course the goddess wasn't done with her opponent however as she quickly ran to the opposite side of the ring to rebound off the ropes at a rather quick speed. She was careening towards Veronika, jumping up with legs stretched out to perform a Bronco Buster from behind.

Her ruby pools watched the Goddess make an absolute fool of themselves, gyrating their hips just to woo a crowd then making such a bold statement, the ex-solider wasn't sure how much more of this nonsense she could take. Veronika was soon on her feet her midsection still aching from the low blow but she could at least stand. Aisha was making a run for it to humiliate her even further but she wouldn't let it happen again.

She takes a moment to collect herself, gritting her teeth as she swallowed down her bodies cries for recovery. The barbarian would launch forward attempting to meet the blonde goddess, if her body allowed her, Veronika would lower herself to catch their midsection with her shoulder using her size and weight advantage to bring them down with a tackle.

If she made it this far, the ex-solider would mount the goddess, pinning down their body with her own, using her right knee to press their left shoulder while her left pins their right arm down. She grabs a handful of their blonde hair, her gaze was that of anger an emotion she didn't like showing or having but for them? She'd cast that away, nothing to say to a foe who had no honor in fighting a fair fight.

Aphrodite didn't expect her opponent to recover as quickly as she did as instead of meeting a groggy opponent still lowered on the ropes, she'd meet a now rather awake Veronika rather ready to receive her, catching her by the mid section and then pinned down to the hard mat low, desperately now trying to escape the large woman once again but finding this task much more difficult than previously.

"Get off my hair you dirty rapscallion!" she'd cry out, feeling the strain on her scalp.