[Last Woman Standing Match] Astrid Arvidsson vs Diana Accera - For abs, booba and the Openweight Title (Apex Match)

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Neither woman came off looking pretty from the exchange, with half of Diana falling on the chairs in a nigh equal fashion to the manner in which Astrid hit them as well. She'd try as she could to roll off of them, what with their rough edges pressing into her skin as she somewhat laid across them, but even that was a hell of a task. Diana would be on her side with a forceful thrust, but that would be as far as the Italian went. It was a good position from where she could lay a gaze upon Astrid, and take in the crowd for what good it did her. Though even she, in the current mental state she was in, found herself smiling at the roar of the crowd.

A crowd who seemed to be baring witness to a match that still showed no signs of ending!

For even now the referee did not opt to bother counting, not as Diana began to force herself onto her front. She could no longer see Astrid, but she suspected the mere sound of her own body motioning towards a stand was enough for Astrid to begin her own rise. She certainly couldn't imagine the blonde Viking would be content with simply laying flat, when Diana herself was already on the way up following their mutual exchange.

Even if it was at a snails pace!

With sweat dripping down her frame and her long locks stuck to her forehead, Diana would raise her hand the moment she was somewhat upright. Using it to part her hair one way then the other, the Italian could at least see clearly now despite the fact her vision was hazy from fatigue. Albeit not hazy enough for Diana to miss the fact that yet another individual was on their way to the ring side.

With a steel chair in hand...

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Shit. This is the only word that kept sounding in Astrid's head while she was lying on the mat. As they say, everything is learned in comparison. The blonde had reason to think that her endurance was at the highest level. However, this match lasts longer than any of those in which she took part until today. She was tired. She was in pain. And for the first time in a long time, she didn't want to get on her feet at all.

Astrid was sure that in a few moments the referee would start counting. And she wasn't going to complain. This time, she wanted to take the opportunity to get at least some rest. Only nine seconds, but at least it will allow her to take a few extra deep breaths. She needed it very badly.

She had to rethink this plan the second she heard Diana started to move. Barely finding the strength to restrain painful groans, the Golden Dragon turned her head to the side. After the fall, the Italian woman, like Astrid, took some distance from the chairs, but the most important thing was that she really started to get to her feet. Slowly, but more than confidently.

"Ghhmm..." came out through her clenched teeth.

Astrid forced herself to roll over on her stomach, and then began to get up on all fours. And if Diana was moving at the speed of a snail, then Astrid was moving at the speed of a sleeping snail. She never thought that she would have to put in so much effort just to get back on her feet.

Passing her hand over her face in order to remove large drops of sweat, she also noticed that there was not only sweat on her face, but also blood. Considering that this was definitely her longest match in the LAW ring, it's not surprising that she managed to forget that there was an open wound on her head. Astrid took several deep breaths, preparing to get up from all fours to one knee.

And then the blonde heard how the noise made by the audience became louder. But why? Despite the fact that Diana was clearly moving faster, so far they had no reason to express so much emotion. The Golden Dragon blinked several times, trying to clear her gaze. Oh. After that, the reason became obvious to her.

She didn't see who exactly it was, but someone was approaching the ring. And in the hands of this man was a fresh metal chair. Yes, of course, the chairs they fell on have not gone away. However, now neither Astrid nor Diana had enough speed to get to them. Therefore, without any doubt, if Diana gets a chair right in her hands just like that, it will give her an advantage.

Astrid felt her heart begin to beat faster. She understood that she should not allow her rival to have a weapon in her hands. But the problem was that she just couldn't prevent it. Trying to ignore the pain in her body, she forced herself to rise on one knee with a low growl. Yet, it was clearly not enough. The Golden Dragon understood that she would not have time to get to her feet and get to Diana before she received help from another assistant. Shit.

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The weirdness of the situation had been somewhat lost on the Italian. The individual was headed to the ring to help Diana not Astrid - that was no secret. But he was carrying a chair.

When Diana and Astrid had just been scuffling atop and falling upon a pile of them!

A fresh weapon over dented, marked ones would provide a somewhat notable advantage, mind. Not to mention the fact that to equip herself with one of the chairs already in ring, Diana would have to effectively wave her intent towards her blonde foe. Where as this one was being literally handed to her!

"OKAY OKAY..." Roared the individual - one whom Astrid would have recognized from the ceremony held in her 'honor' had she not interrupted it when she had those many faithful weeks ago. For now handing said chair to the Italian was the pastor for the event - the one who would commit Astrid's 'coffin'to the earth! Despite the fact he looked to have barely reached his mid-twenties!

"DIANA...Diana?" He was now to the apron; the chair to hand as he ignored the cries of the referee. The official naturally discouraged intervention from all outside sources, as she had done with the aardvark and 'family' prior, but there was absolutely nothing within her power to remove them from ringside. A last woman standing encounter followed hardcore rules, meaning any individual outside of outright audience members were free to interact however they saw fit to!

Though as the 'pastor' ignored the cries of the official, so too did the Italian ignore the offers of a weapon. In fact, she seemed to ignore everything around her.

Save for the roar of the crowd.

A crowd admittedly in two halves over what they were baring witness to - given at this point, they simply wanted more. Whether it come at the expense of fairness or not, the crowd was practically demanding further performance. It was all fair in love and war after all - as was it fair for Diana to further make use of the hardcore rules in effect. Astrid herself was free to do the same!

Diana raised her head in response to the crowds roars, with her eyes glaring across the masses as she stood a step or two away from the ropes. Her hands were to her side with her body now upright; heavy chest still rising and falling in exaggerated manner. She was regaining some wits about her but she was hardly filled to the brim with energy.

"Diana...Quick...Come on...She's getting up!" The males cries seemed to snap Diana from the moment, with the Italian quite literally shaking her head before taking the helps cue. For she would raise both hands out to grab the chair that was offered to her, with her side eye catching the fact that Astrid was about to be upright herself. This would have been the perfect time for a collision of metal upon flesh - with the mere thought of said collision forming a huge grin upon the males face! He was going to be paid big time for this! All from the mere act of helping Diana bring down chair upon head!

And so she did!

Just...Not in the fashion the crowd was expecting.

For none could predict that Diana's hands would reach for that chair, only to instead go past them to the shoulders of the 'pastor.' With a small pull given against his confused frame, to make him teeter towards the ring and over the ropes just a little more.

So that he would effectively be leaning towards Diana's next motion.

One that she would commit to with such force, it was a damn shame it wasn't directed at her actual opponent!

For the Italian would quickly rear up her right leg, before outright super kicking the flat metal right into his face! With the collision earning an exasperated cry from both the official and the crowd both - namely from the fact they were questioning what the hell they had just witnessed! All the more so in fact, as the male haplessly fell in slow motion from the side of the ring! His figure teetered almost weightlessly through the air until his fall would be completed all the way to the thin mats that padded the outside. Needless to say, with the male in out-cold fashion.

"Cheque's in the fucking mail, bitch..." Diana huffed, clutching the ropes with a cold gaze given over the top of them. A quick tut was given, before she would turn her attention back towards the center of the ring. The gaze upon her face would become wildly focused as she brought it back to Astrid's own, as Diana's hands long leaving the ropes to form fists.

These would be her weapons going forward. Not a steel chair, nor any weapon given to her.

She didn't need them.

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It really was a tense moment. Yes, of course, in this match, both Diana and Astrid had every right to use anything to get a victory. Actually, this was the reason why the referee turned a blind eye to everything that happened after the bell rang. In most other matches, Diana would have been disqualified literally at the same moment when the first group of actors appeared in the arena.

But although the audience certainly wanted to continue the match, not everyone liked the fact that the former champion continued to receive help from the people hired by her. According to this logic, Astrid could ask for help from Charlotte, Nerissa and the rest of Victoria's team. And although it was only rumors, she also heard that the sexiest blonde of their team, Lunara, has a whole street gang at her disposal. A victory is a victory, isn't it?

The Golden Dragon desperately tried to find the strength to get to her feet, but by the time she got up on one knee, Diana's assistant had already arrived. When the man was on apron, the blonde finally realized who exactly it was. The same man who was supposed to take her on her last journey during the funeral that Diana kindly arranged for her not so long ago.

Taking as deep breaths as possible, Astrid no longer tried to get up and get to Diana. She knew it was useless, she just wouldn't have time. The man has already handed the brunette a chair. The only thing left for the descendant of the great Vikings to do was to figure out exactly how she should try to avoid being hit by that chair and how she should cope with the consequences, because her body was not in the best condition.

And then something happened that absolutely no one expected. It seemed that Diana reached straight for the chair, but at the very last moment, instead of getting that weapon and at the same time an indisputable advantage over Astrid, the Italian woman swung her leg, sending a superkick into the metal chair! The sound of metal crashing into the man's face spread throughout the arena, but quickly enough faded into the deafening screams of the audience.

The man collapsed from the apron and he was certainly unconscious. The Norwegian woman looked at it with wide-open eyes. It was a real cognitive dissonance for her. She just couldn't believe what she had just seen. Why? Why did Diana do this? Given everything that had happened between them, many doubted that Diana would miss the chance for an easy win. All this simply did not fit into the head of the Golden Dragon.

"That was..." she muttered. "Controversial…"

Still in a state of shock, the Norwegian woman turned her gaze to Diana, who turned to face her. At the same moment, an electric current seemed to pass through her body. Diana didn't say a single word to her. But her clenched fists and focused gaze told the Golden Dragon much more than any words could. Damn. It just can't be.

Even though Diana became much more serious at a certain point, it was only now that Astrid fully understood who exactly was standing in front of her. Yes. This is the same Diana, who does not need improvised means in order to get a victory. In the black eyes directed at her, Astrid saw a cold determination. The woman standing in front of her intended to win. Without tricks and other shit. That's why she refused another help.

"Hooooo..." Astrid drawled, closing her eyes.

The pain from her body has not disappeared anywhere. But the blonde took another deep breath, and then got to her feet. The right corner of her lips began to rise up, forming a damn cheeky smile. And when she opened her eyes, she looked at Diana with respect for the first time.

Pushing back the golden hair stuck together due to sweat, the descendant of the great Vikings clenched her right fist and hit her left palm. They say that some dreams will never come true. However, today was not the case. The Golden Dragon had been dreaming about this moment from the very beginning. Just her and Diana. Only the desire to win and nothing more.

"I'm all fired up now..." said the blonde, feeling that her internal organs seemed to be trembling.

No more breaks. There was no doubt that both women's strength was running out. And now the very moment has come when they will be able to find out which one of them will be the last woman standing. Clenching her fists, Astrid raised them to the level of her chin. The audience felt the tension of this moment. Even the air seemed heavier.

Rushing forward as if she had a second wind, Astrid began to make light pendulum movements with her torso to the left and to the right at each step. It wasn't her favorite style of boxing, but it was a good way to disperse the opponent's attention. Astrid did not want her attack to be nipped in the bud, and therefore, having shortened the distance, she was going to take a diagonal step forward and to the left, but only to immediately turn her torso sharply to the right, sending her left hand to Diana's head in order to check the condition of her jaw with a hard left hook!

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Diana was lucky. Had her victim moved the chair even just slightly, Diana's foot would have caught the rough edges of it as opposed to the wide, flat surface. Striking the chair into the 'pastor' was painful, but had Diana hit the edges or even been struck in return if only out of her victims reflex, the agony would have been all the more. With the pain instead spread evenly over the base of her foot, Diana was able to plant it down to the canvas with nothing more than a grunt.

Turning her attention back to the woman in the ring, the world was now closed off to Diana save for she and Astrid. The referee had slid herself from the ropes nearest Diana and the pastor to now be at the side of Diana and Astrid.

Not that Diana really noticed. Nor did she notice the aid coming from the back - with her struck victim being carried off in the most hapless of manners.

Nay, it was just Astrid Arvidsson standing across from LAWLESS Diana Accera. There could of been a million onlookers around them, or absolutely none. Diana wouldn't bare them any mind going forward all the same.

"Like I care..." She'd roll her shoulders, responding to Astrid's comment of now feeling in the zone. She'd almost look annoyed - and in truth, she was. Very much so. Though her annoyance was not directed at Astrid, nor the referee, nor any of the entourage who had failed to really aid her in this match.

No, Diana Accera was frustrated beyond all belief with but one person.

LAWLESS Diana Accera.

The match had been tooth and nail for the entirety of its length, with both women firing off moves that could of ended a standard match there and then. But how much of it had been spent on Diana's end with outright tomfoolery? She was laughing along with it at the time, but the moment of recollection she was now experiencing only frustrated Diana further. They were not the actions of the raven haired amateur boxer who'd stepped foot in LAW those many years ago, no. They were the actions of a clown. One who was no longer welcome in the ring, or in LAW itself for that matter.

Instead in her place stood the woman that Astrid was perhaps hoping to face all along. The same woman who had so violently yet briefly defended the LAWLESS title she had so recently been so vocal about. And a woman with absolutely zero interest in standing still for the swing Astrid had fired at her.

Squatting down with her thighs flexing, Diana's top half was already rolling as she fired off a hook in response. Said punch would naturally swing later than Astrid's own - given the blonde was the first to throw hers - but with Diana tucking her head as she did said fact mattered not. Astrid could fire at the speed of sound - it wouldn't make a difference if where she was aiming was now redundant.

Rising back up with hopes that the hook of Astrid had passed the top of her head, Diana's fist was poised as she threw it straight into Astrid's own body. With her knuckles looking to meet bare abs, with a shot that would ideally buckle Astrid over in a coughing fit!

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Astrid wasn't the kind of person who could read minds or feel what others were feeling. Therefore, she was unaware of what was going on in Diana's soul at that moment. It was quite difficult to just forget about everything that happened from the moment when the blonde interrupted Diana LAWLESS Accera's promo at HADES PPV. But in fact, the Golden Dragon believed in looking forward, not looking back. Living in the past, you will never be able to build a decent future.

Therefore, the Norwegian woman was ready to forget about that difficult period in Diana's life. Clenching her fists, Astrid rushed forward in order to personally make sure that the real Diana was capable of much more than comedy. The blonde tried to distract her rival's attention by making pendulum movements from side to side. Of course, such a trick was not something that could work against a professional, but the blonde counted on the fact that due to fatigue, the reaction of the Italian woman was slowed down.

After closing the distance, the Golden Dragon used a diagonal step to unfocus Diana's attention. Considering that both women were literally dripping with sweat, Astrid was confident that if her punch reached its target, she would have the opportunity to finish off Diana with one heavy move. And although she was experiencing terrible pain in her muscles, the Golden Dragon tried to put maximum power into her hook, intending to cause bells to ring in Diana's head!

And if there was one thing that could demonstrate in all its glory how much Diana changed her approach to the match, it was the perfect evasion of the blonde's punch. The Italian woman dived down so deftly, making Astrid's fist to pass over her head, that the eyes of the descendant of the great Vikings widened for a moment. Boxing was her first martial art, she always believed that her skills were at a fairly high level. And so she was able to fully appreciate how elegantly her opponent avoided this powerful hook.

But of course, that wasn't the only thing Diana did. The second Astrid's fist passed over her head, the brunette threw her own fist forward, aiming at the part of the Golden Dragon's body that was completely defenseless. Diana's knuckles crashed into the blonde's abs as if it were a real spear. Astrid felt in all its glory the power that her rival put into this punch.

"GGHHHHMM!!" Came out through clenched teeth.

The reaction of her body was not long in coming. Completely out of control of her actions, Astrid leaned forward, trying to take a deep breath. However, the spasm in her muscles after Diana's punch seemed to petrify her. The blonde mentally ordered herself to fill her lungs with air, but it was not as easy as she would like. In addition, weakness began to overcome her. Her legs trembled and the mighty woman dropped to one knee, placing both hands on her stomach in a senseless attempt to ease the pain.

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Diana's body moved before her mind did - cued on to do so the moment Astrid had buckled. Had Astrid held firm, or even stepped back as opposed to stumbling, Diana would have switched to the defensive.

Instead, she'd sensed weakness. And now was the time to capitalize.

With her opposing arm raised, Astrid wouldn't be allowed to straighten up as her head was pulled under Diana's armpit. With her other arm flailing for the briefest of moments, she'd snap it to Astrid's hip in tandem with Diana willingly falling back. The sudden slap against Astrid's hip wouldn't cause agony - perhaps a sting at best - but its purpose was purely to aid in the aforementioned fall. Whatever sting all the same wouldn't at all be comparable to the agony on Astrid's head. Not as Diana brought her down to earth with nothing but her own body weight - via a snap DDT!

One emboldened by the Italian's pace, given the time between hooking her arm and pulling Astrid down to earth was barely a second!

Pulling Astrid down with the intent of making the rest of her follow, Diana was looking to leave her beefy foe rolling up and off of herself to leave her on her own back, with her head close to the Italian's. With the power of momentum coursing fully through Diana's veins, there was absolutely now way the Italian could simply lay flat to catch her breath. Nor could she rise in a slow, steady fashion. Raising her legs, she'd kick them out - with said motion carrying through her torso, to bring Diana back to her feet. Via a seamless kip up!

And still, the Italian did not slow!

Not as she spun on her heel to begin pacing directly towards the ropes parallel with her downed foe! Albeit she'd have to hop in the process - both on the journey there and back - given the pile of chairs she'd have to pass through!

Said hop would only take away from her momentum by a touch as Diana returned, with the Italian hopping off her feet near enough instantly again after clearing the chairs. To kick both of her feet up and out in front of her - and let her rear side fall straight down!

For a senton on her strong bodied foe! With Diana aiming to complete the full combination with such speed, the audience and Astrid alike would question if the Italian even knew what the concept of fatigue was!

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Apparently, Diana decided to go all out. It could hardly be called a saving straw, but after the maximum successful punch in Astrid's stomach, the Italian woman was clearly determined to do everything in her power to ensure that this will be the end for the Golden Dragon. One of her arms wrapped around the blonde's head and by the tight grip of her rival, the blonde quickly realized that Diana wasn't going to joke with her. Diana was going to win.

With a groan of pain mixed with a growl, Astrid tried to cling to the brunette's arm. However, she might as well be trying to bend a large metal pipe. She still couldn't channel enough strength into her muscles and because of that, she couldn't loosen the former champion's grip. Bad. Too bad.

The moment Diana leaned back, gusts of wind began to tickle Astrid's face. It didn't last more than a second, but it was more than enough for her to understand how much effort Diana put into giving her maximum acceleration. Yes, there was no doubt that Diana intended to beat out of the Golden Dragon all the little that she had left in reserves.

Astrid's forehead crashed into the mat and such a colossal impulse passed through her body that her legs first soared into the air, and then literally threw over her body. Because of the white flash in front of her eyes, she lost consciousness for a second or two. Thanks to this, she didn't even feel pain at that moment. But when her body landed on the mat and she found herself in a face up lying position, the descendant of the great Vikings in all its glory felt the power of Diana's attack.

"Gghhhh..."

Her sweaty lush breasts rose and fell heavily. Astrid's eyes were open, but her gaze was blank. Quite involuntarily, she reached out with her right hand to her forehead. It seemed to her that Thor had just hit her head with his damn hammer. But although she was clearly in the most dangerous position of the entire match, her spirit was still not broken.

"Get up..." she told herself mentally. "Get up, damn it!"

Trying to keep the flames in her soul, Astrid put both arms on the mat. There was no question of any sudden movements now, but she was going to at least try to bend her arms at the elbows and, using her forearms as support points, take a sitting position.

Diana, in her turn, seemed to feel that even such a tough attack was not enough for Astrid. It was hard to say where she got the strength to jump to her feet with one movement, but she caused a loud reaction from the audience thanks to this. And she caused no less loud reaction with her rapid steps to the ropes!

Even before Astrid embarked on her plan, the Italian woman demonstrated that fatigue was the last thing she cared about right now. Using the ropes as a springboard, she soared into the air as if it were a flight to victory. Well... after all it wasn't far from the truth, because as a result, she collapsed on Astrid's body, literally crushing the mighty blonde!

"GUUUAAAHHHH!!!!"

Along with this cry of agony, almost all the oxygen left the Golden Dragon's body. Literally for a split second, her upper and lower body jumped up, and then she went limp. Weak breaths were the only sign of life in the body of the descendant of the great Vikings. However, the complete lack of movement on her part only meant that there was a job for the referee that she hurried to do.

"ONE!"

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"Seriously?"

It was a single word that escaped Diana's lips before the Italian was even somewhat upright again, with the toned beauty panting as her hands rested to her thigh. Her word was not to Astrid who had just taken the brunt of her quick combination, but to the official simply doing her job. Diana hadn't meant to sound patronizing, but it would be hard to argue she was anything but as she spoke on!

"To a fucking senton? Save your breath..."

It was a weird compliment in a way to the downed Astrid - that even now, after half the night had already passed them by, Diana still didn't believe Astrid was done. No, she'd need more. A lot more, probably.

And unfortunately for her, Diana was now in the right mood to deliver it.

Motioning Astrid to rise before reaching in for the blondes locks all the same, Diana wouldn't feel bad as she forcibly pulled at Astrid's golden main. A light hair pull was child's play in comparison to the shenanigans Diana had taken part in thus far. Even if she was now regretting them in spades!

With her hands yanking with intent to force Astrid to at least a knee, Diana took a deep breath before bringing her head forward. To a few in the crowd it almost looked as if the Italian was about to willingly smother herself - what with her face headed straight for Astrid's massive, sweaty cleavage - only for their hopes of seeing such a sight dashed as Diana's head went even lower. Shoulder soon pressing to Astrid's core, Diana's hands would be wrapping just under her plentiful rear before the Italian pulled. She wouldn't be yanking Astrid off her feet, but she'd come close to in her effort to pull the heavyweight up with her!

For the moment Diana had pulled herself somewhat upright with Astrid in tow, the Italian would turn. To suddenly rush with Astrid's rear side poised to the nearest corner! In an attempt to not only slam her into it, but to then immediately proceed with beating those abs something wicked. Using a plethora of shoulder checks, right into them again and again!

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"TWO!"

And that was the end of it. Hearing Diana's words, the referee raised her left eyebrow, and then sighed heavily. But the striped shirt was not here to comment on the actions of the fighters, so she first spread her hands to the sides, and then took a step back. Was it good for Astrid? By no means. She lost the opportunity to rest after two tough attacks by her opponent.

"Shhh..." she made a strangled hissing sound.

The reason was clear. The Italian woman grabbed the Golden Dragon by the hair. Despite the fact that most of the blonde's mind was still covered in fog, nothing prevented her from feeling those painful sensations when Diana pulled her up. Not wanting to be left without her golden locks, the Norwegian woman was forced to obey the desire of her rival and get up on one knee.

At the same moment, some of the audience gasped loudly, and others even whistled. Diana's head turned out to be too close to the best part of Astrid's body and some thought that the brunette decided to spend a little time getting pleasure. But, of course, her plans were different, because Diana didn't even think to stop there and lowered her head even more.

Her shoulder pressed against Astrid's bare stomach, and her palms were just a little below the blonde's fleshy buttocks. The Golden Dragon didn't even have time to blink. Diana lifted her above the mat, demonstrating that she was still full of strength. The descendant of the great Vikings was sure that a spinebuster or something like that was waiting for her now. But she was wrong. She was very wrong.

Turning to the side, Diana rushed forward like a high-speed train. Gaining really amazing speed, she slammed Astrid into the nearest corner. The blonde's eyes widened, and a scream stuck in her throat. She was literally crushed between the turnbuckles and Diana. When her feet landed on the mat, the only reason Astrid didn't fall was because she instinctively grabbed the top ropes on either side of her.

Desperately trying to take a deep breath, the Golden Dragon became more and more aware that victory was slipping away from her. Diana... damn. Astrid really wanted to see the real Diana. But she couldn't even think that despite such a long match her opponent still had so much strength in reserve. But it can't get any worse, right? Heh... it can... unfortunately...

Without giving the blonde a chance to take a breath, Diana began to move back and forth, driving her shoulder into Astrid's abs. Funny. Not so long ago, Astrid herself was in Diana's place, and Miranda was in Astrid's place. But now it was different. Now it was Astrid who felt the full power of a turnbuckle thrust. Her abs took a fair amount of damage in this match, but Diana stubbornly continued to punish the blonde's core muscles.

Every time her shoulder slammed into the Norwegian woman's belly, Astrid let out a groan of agony, gradually leaning forward along with it. It was difficult to say exactly after which collision it happened, but at some point Astrid let go of the ropes and her hands fell lifelessly down. If Diana had not deigned to straighten up to her full height, then Astrid would certainly have pressed her breasts against her opponent's back because at that moment her strength almost completely left her body.