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

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Diana's shoulder blades did indeed catch the edge of the steel steps as she intended, but the Italian wasn't about to simply sit down and relax whilst soothing the ache. Having driven the good looks of Astrid into pure steel, she'd be quick to capitalize as she stood straight if with her hand to her back. Before she raised the other hand high, as if to salute to the crowd!

In a moment of self-praise that was hardly appreciated at all, given that Diana's few motions in the match hardly made up for her disgusting personality of late, the Italian would wave them off all the same as she turned back to her foe. With a look of fear briefly flashing across Diana's face, as it seemed Astrid was keen to power on through the ache and rise near enough immediately. With revenge no doubt on her mind!

Letting out a sigh of relief as Astrid dropped flat to her front, Diana's sigh soon turned into a laugh as the nerves of the encounter briefly got the better of her. Having not yet noticed the blood now dripping from Astrid's lip - for had she done so she would have surely targeted said cut - Diana took to grabbing the top half of the steel steps she had just introduced Astrid to.

Before rather haplessly letting them drop across Astrid's back!

Said collision would hardly break Astrid's figure clean in two, given the short throw Diana had accomplished to ensure the steps found their target, but the steps would serve their purpose all the same. As Diana then took to placing her firm rear atop of them - with her body now precariously balanced on said steps. With the steps themselves atop of Astrid's rear half, as Diana looked to keep her foe down for the count through pure force!

"COUNT IT BABY...WOOOOO!"

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In a way, it was even funny. Astrid was fully conscious. And she knew she had to get back on her feet. However, due to dizziness and pain, her brain seemed to refuse to send the right impulses to certain parts of her body. The Golden Dragon once again tried to strain her arms, but it seems she still needed a few seconds.

Diana, apparently, having tasted blood, decided to continue using improvised means. Grabbing the very steps that the blonde's face had crashed into a moment ago, she pushed them, causing them to fall directly onto Astrid's back.

There was nothing pleasant about it, but at least it didn't hurt too much. Besides, because of Diana's actions, the referee stopped counting. However, Astrid guessed that Diana did it for a reason. What is she up to? Climb to the ring apron and jump on these steps to turn Astril into a chop?

"What are you..." the blonde muttered, seeing that Diana was approaching her. "AAAGGHHAAA!!!"

Suddenly, the hard metal pressed into her back, thereby testing the whole body of the Norwegian woman for density. Astrid even involuntarily hit the concrete surface, tightly closing her eyes. Diana was on top, both literally and figuratively. And she decided to emphasize her superiority at that moment, pointing out to the referee that she could start counting again.

The striped shirt, in her turn, slightly tilted her head to the side, looking at this construction of two women and metal steps. Yes, there really was something to think about. According to the rules, she was not supposed to start counting if a fighter was affecting another fighter. But on the other hand, Diana didn't contact with Astrid directly, so...

"ONE!"

Astrid could have sworn that someone started whistling accusingly. Perhaps in this situation everything depended on the referee. Perhaps in another exactly the same match, the striped shirt would have ordered the former champion to lift her ass before starting to count. But, as they say, we have what we have.

"TWO!"

The Golden Dragon gave a strangled growl and once again tried to direct the force into her arms. However, no matter how hard she tried to push herself up, she still remained on the concrete floor. It was terribly annoying, but there was nothing she could do about the fact that now both the metal steps and her rival's lush butt were pressing down on her.

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Diana thought she was being clever, flirting with the rules like this. She couldn't touch her opponent to keep them flat, otherwise the focus of the match would have been on an extended pinfall over leaving ones foe so exhausted and beaten that they couldn't rise of their own accord. But with no part of her making contact with Astrid, the referee was left confused as to whether or not she should be counting the predicament at hand. Astrid was 'free' to rise of her own accord free of Diana pushing down on her...but not the Italian pushing down upon the stairs, which were atop of her!

Luckily for her, the query over the rules wouldn't need further debating as Diana found herself not outright being shaken off of Astrid, but enough to force her feet back to the ground. She could likely keep Astrid flat for a few seconds more had she committed herself to the task, but it was a rather certain thing that Astrid would burst free eventually. Leaving Diana likely on her back, with the metal stairs on her instead.

Opting to release with control still in her hands, Diana opted to take the stairs with her as she teetered back. Lumbering with those overly large metal steps in her mitts, Diana had the side of said stairs - the longest bit of flat metal upon them - raised up high. With her own figure having teetered around as to be at Astrid's rear side, with Diana practically licking her lips as Astrid began to rise...

"It ain't a vase of flowers...but it'll fucking do..." She'd mutter to herself, as the moment Astrid began to lumber about in search of her foe, Diana would cut the distance. Not so much the distance between herself and Astrid - but the flat side of the metal steps and her opponents head!

Until said distance became literally non-existent, with a loud thud no doubt!

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"Shit..." thought Astrid.

It was not pleasant, but the fact remained that the referee made a decision not in favor of the blonde. And now she will have to throw off both the metal steps and Diana, who is very comfortably located at the top. In another situation, Astrid would not have complained, but now time was not on her side, as the striped shirt reminded her.

"THREE!!"

Gritting her teeth, the Norwegian woman placed her palms on the sides of her head. She still felt dizzy after Diana pushed her face against the metal steps, but unfortunately, now was not the time to rest. Astrid didn't want to lose that way at all. Therefore...

Straining her arms, the Golden Dragon began another attempt to push herself up. Astrid understood that she did not need to fully get to her feet, it would be enough if she could stand confidently on at least three limbs, because in this case she would certainly be able to jerk to the side and thereby throw Diana off.

Suddenly Astrid felt an unprecedented lightness. All the extra weight disappeared from her back and she, without expecting it, abruptly got up on all fours. Her dizziness still did not allow her to think fast, so Astrid blinked several times at first, and then turned her head to the side, trying to understand what had just happened.

Bam.

The metal steps crashed into the Golden Dragon's head. Her head went down and, as expected, her face collided with the concrete floor. Now blood was flowing not only from her lower lip, but also from her nose. In addition, a wound opened on her nape, because of which her golden hair began to turn scarlet.

At that moment, Astrid did not know that Diana had hit her with metal steps. She didn't even know if she was conscious. Although maybe it wasn't important. The important thing was that the Golden Dragon remained lying on the floor with no signs of movement. The striped shirt sighed.

"Ah shit, here we go again..." the referee muttered, and then raised her right hand above her head and stuck out her index finger. "ONE!"

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Diana was beside herself. The moment the steel steps made their collision she'd let them fall where they may, effectively letting them bounce out of her grip as she carried on forward. She'd be pacing past Astrid as the blonde began to teeter back, with Diana's arms wide by the time Astrid was flat. With Diana's arms soon enough raised, as she shut her eyes and beckoned to the crowd in a slow, dramatic manner.

"Are you not entertaaaaaaainnnned" She'd practically sing, reveling in their cries and boos as the Italian took control through nothing but the use of heavy weaponry. With her smile still to her face, Diana looked to further the punishment albeit only after fully basking in negative bellows given by the audience. She'd cut the distance to Astrid with a single step and pivot of her hips before she'd squat down with her hand extending for a rough grab at those golden locks. All the whilst admiring her handiwork, given those pristine golden strands of hers now had some nice highlights of red.

Though as her fingers came close to tickling across Astrid's features, she's suddenly close her fist and extend a single finger from it. With a shake of said finger given, as it became apparent she was changing her mind whilst mouthing the words 'no no no!'

Opting to let the referee count away, Diana would haplessly turn to roll her figure into the ring before coming to a stand. Adopting the same pose a moment ago with her arms wide and her smile wider as she faced the crowd opposite the side she entered the ring, Diana was content with letting the referee count on.

At worst, Astrid would have to exhaust herself all the more by forcing herself to rise in amidst dealing with the bloody pain Diana had thrust upon her. At best, she'd stay down for the count, and that would be that!

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"TWO!"

At about this point, Astrid's consciousness began to reboot. First of all, sensitivity began to return to her. And, as it was not difficult to guess, she immediately felt the pain, which was dulled at the moment when she lost consciousness. However, now this unpleasant feeling has returned, literally forcing the Golden Dragon to let out a groan through her teeth. She felt like her head was split in half.

Then she opened her eyes a little. The bright light made her wince. Heck. Her body weighed a ton, no less. At least that's what she thought. Astrid blinked several times and only after that her brain began to function properly.

"THREE!!"

Yes, that's right. She has to get to her feet. This thought alone was enough to make the Norwegian woman realize that she would not be able to do it so easily. The Golden Dragon tried to take a deep breath in order to gather her strength. But...

"Ghhhhh!" she groaned at the moment Diana grabbed her by the hair.

"You're fucking kidding me..." the referee muttered, again stopping counting because of Diana's actions.

But the brunette, apparently, did not care about the comfort of the referee. She lifted Astrid's head, so that everyone could see her bloody face. Scarlet liquid flowed from the Golden Dragon's nose and lower lip. And although her lavender eyes were open, there was a void in them.

Astrid, like the audience, expected that now Diana would take advantage of the catastrophically bad condition of the blonde. But, to the great surprise, the Italian woman only shook her finger in front of Astrid's face before letting go of her hair. The Golden Dragon's head fell to the floor again.

In order to show how great her superiority is, Diana decided to return to the ring. Posing for the audience, she clearly enjoyed the fact that she could have continued to attack the helpless Astrid at that moment, but instead did not.

This time the referee decided to wait a few seconds, looking at Diana. Even the striped shirt had a limit of patience. Because of Diana, she had to start counting again several times in a row. And since she didn't want to look like a stupid parrot, this time she started counting only after she made sure that the brunette wasn't going to interact with Astrid again.

"ONE!"

Astrid's whole body ached with pain. But the pain on the back of her head was special. The wound on the back of her head, left by Diana with the help of the stairs, seemed to be throbbing. The blonde felt warm blood flowing over her skin. And along with this blood, her body seemed to be draining of strength.

"TWO!"

Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, the Golden Dragon placed her palms near her head. She thought she heard a creak in her joints. Diana's latest attacks definitely didn't benefit her health. And although this was not the first time Astrid felt terribly tired, the former champion clearly intended to break all records of cruelty towards the descendant of the great Vikings.

"THREE!!"

The audience joined the referee and reminded the Golden Dragon that her time was very limited. This made Astrid growl, and then strain her arms in order to push herself up. First moving her left leg forward, and then the right one, Astrid found herself on all fours.

"Pfh... pfh..." she panted.

"FOUR!!"

Now that she took more or less vertical position, she run her palm over her face in order to remove the accumulated blood there. She still felt dizzy, which made her movements too sluggish. However, it was the best that the blonde could count on.

"FIVE!!!"

Taking a deep breath, Astrid pushed off the floor and moved her left leg forward, thereby rising to one knee. Trying to restrain painful groans, she looked at the audience who supported her. Only now her mind became clear enough for her to hear her name. That made Astrid smile. This encouraged her.

"SIX!!!"

The Golden Dragon clenched her fist and raised it above her head, thereby causing a wave of noise. In such a simple way, she wanted to show both the audience and Diana that she was not finished yet. And that if the former champion wants to win, then she will have to put a lot more effort. Taking another deep breath, Astrid got to her feet.

Under the roar of the crowd, the referee spread her hands to the sides, stopping counting. Astrid staggered due to pain and fatigue, then leaned forward and put her palms on her knees. Trying to breathe evenly, she looked at her rival. And although there was no flame in the lavender eyes so far, there was still confidence in those eyes.

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Diana knew Astrid was going to rise - there was not a shadow of doubt in her mind that she could win the match here and now. She had more chance winning via trickery - ala pressing herself and the steel steps down on Astrid - at this point in the match over actively beating her until she couldn't stand. Injuries and pain at this point of the encounter would only serve to fuel the ego of Astrid, leaving her no doubt with a point to prove.

Diana was talking from experience in this regard. Or rather, past experience with the figure she had now become.

But with her rear side to the ropes all the same, Diana was playing off the fact that Astrid was renewing her position in the match. Actively bouncing against the ropes in a playful manner, Diana rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as the referee stopped the count.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..." She'd huff, turning to the referee before spinning on the spot, with her voice bellowing out as if to address the masses. "I guess I'll just have to beat her up even morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre..."

A laughter washing over her yet again as Diana's confidence once more earned her a chorus of boos, Diana opted for the simple yet effective as she cut the distance with Astrid.

Casually clambering between the middle and top ropes, with absolutely no sense of urgency to her, Diana would once more raise her hand in salute to the crowd before kicking off her feet. With her right arm raised, she'd look to bring it down elbow first on the head of the standing blonde - with a casual warcry released as she took to the sky!

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Unlike the audience, who clearly welcomed the fact that Astrid got to her feet, Diana was not too happy about it. At least that was what the sour expression on her face said. The brunette probably knew that to win this match would not be easy for her, but knowing this did not save her from irritation.

However, it didn't last long. Diana, apparently, felt that everything was still under her control. Therefore, having made it clear to everyone that she intended to beat Astrid even more, she began to implement this plan.

Well, she really had several reasons to think she had enough time. The main reason was that Astrid was in a bad state. She leaned forward, placing her palms on her knees, for a reason. The Golden Dragon could barely stand on her feet due to dizziness and pain.

Time was not on her side and Astrid wasn't sure what exactly she should do. It is unlikely that she would have managed to get to the ring quickly, given her condition. But standing and waiting for Diana's attack wasn't the best option either. And, of course, the descendant of the great Vikings knew that she should not allow Diana to launch a new series of attacks, because it would surely end very badly for the Golden Dragon.

So when the former champion slipped between the ropes, Astrid took a step forward. She wanted to catch Diana off guard. But after the first step, something seemed to explode in Astrid's head. A wave of pain covered her so much that the Golden Dragon literally fell to one knee.

"Ghhhhh..." she groaned, throwing her hand up.

Astrid covered the wound on the back of her head, because it was there that she felt a painful throbbing. It seems she underestimated the severity of the consequences of Diana's attack. Stop. Diana. Where's Diana? The Golden Dragon raised her head at the very moment when the brunette jumped from the edge of the ring, moving her elbow forward. Astrid's lavender eyes widened.

If this thing falls on her head, then most likely she will not get to her feet after that. Astrid was almost certain of it. And that was her mistake. She didn't make it to the edge of the ring before Diana jumped. And now she's like a cornered animal.

"Fuck you!" Without noticing it, Astrid growled out loud.

Fuck the pain in the fucking back of her head. Fuck everything. She wasn't going to lose. Not after everything Diana did. The Golden Dragon would rather die than leave this arena without the victory today. So she gritted her teeth and, despite the pain, strained her whole body, especially her legs.

Like a frog, the Norwegian woman intended to jump vertically upwards while throwing her legs backwards. The throbbing in the wound almost made her lose consciousness. However, the desire to beat the shit out of Diana was stronger. Having shifted the center of gravity, Astrid intended to turn like a corkscrew, thereby turning her back to the floor. With a fierce smile, she was about to throw both hands to the former champion's head.

That's damn right. Grabbing Diana's head, the Golden Dragon intended to close her in a three-quarter facelock hold. She was going to leave the rest to gravity. The Golden Dragon was going to fall on her back and thereby smash Diana's face right into the concrete floor with the help of an amazing jumping cutter!

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Diana’s attack against Astrid was hardly of an effective variety, simply because the Italian’s confidence was in full swing yet again. Had their positions allowed for it, Diana would have opted for simply nudging her blonde foe over with her bare foot. She didn’t commit to an outrageously big move, because she didn’t feel it would be needed!

Astrid surely wasn’t going to stay down for the count any time soon, but that didn’t mean Diana had to waste her strength committing herself to ragdolling her heavyweight foe in a powerful manner. Such was the logic of the egotistical former LAWLESS champion.

With her feet up behind her as she jumped from the ring apron, a casual ‘hup!’ would be let loose from the Italian’s lips as she took to the sky. As if she was trying to beckon the attention of a pet dog!

Though Diana’s cockiness and hubris would catch her yet again, this time quite literally. For in favor of a target standing still, or rather as close to it as possible, Diana would find Astrid neither remaining still nor leaping away. Instead, she jumped at Diana with her arms extended, as if ready to snag the Italian within the jaws of life!

Her arm completely missing given she hadn’t intended to hit a target now jumping towards her, Diana could but scream as her head was tightly crushed by the biceps of the blonde powerhouse. Though the worst was yet to come, as Astrid looked to make Diana regret ever leaving the ring apron in brutal fashion. By pulling her down to earth head first - with her biceps pulling all the more to amplify the impact!

Leaving Diana for a moment completely vertical, as she came down against the thin mats of the outside head first with the entirety of her body up and behind her!

There was no way in which Diana could endure this move without coming off with the most abysmal of pains - to either or even both her neck and head alike!

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Ah, this is the real pro wrestling. Here you should never count your chickens before they hatch. Someone probably thought that this elbow could finish Astrid. Perhaps this was true, but so far no one was destined to find out, as the Golden Dragon launched an amazing counterattack.

An enthusiastic shout from the audience filled the arena at the moment when both women were in the air. Astrid grabbed Diana's head with such force that it was clear that she would never let her go. However, the former champion did not even have time to resist. She became a hostage of her self-confidence.

And so nothing saved her from falling. The brunette's head crashed into the hard surface and even the richest imagination was hardly enough to fully understand her condition at that moment. It was a success for the Golden Dragon. And she wasn't going to hide her joy about it, which was clearly reflected in her smile.

However, after the Norwegian woman fell on her back, she was in no hurry to get to her feet. She just gulped air greedily. The pain has not disappeared anywhere. Her body was still bruised, and blood was still streaming from the wounds on her face and nape. She had to literally force herself to roll over and get up on one knee. At that moment, she was not sure that she could continue the offensive without at least a short respite. But...

"Victim for the dragon! Victim for the dragon!! Victim for the dragon!!!"

Astrid's eyes widened sharply, and surprise froze on her bloody face. This time, not because of her rival, but because of the words of the audience, who demanded to see her signature move, which last time ended in complete failure for her. It wasn't a cheap whim, it was pure support, because they knew how much Astrid loved this move. Hardly anyone could see it, but the corners of the blonde's eyes became wet.

It was as if a flame had been lit inside her. With a smile on her face, the Golden Dragon pointed at the audience, making it clear that she had heard them. She was grateful for their support. And she couldn't ignore their request. Bending down to the lying opponent, the Golden Dragon intended to wrap her arms around her waist.

And then, if she had not met resistance, she would have gone for a second attempt to lift Diana parallel to the floor. Diana was really able to accomplish the feat last time. After all, no one had been able to prevent Astrid from completing this move before. But this time, the Golden Dragon intended to make sure that the former champion would not stop her.

The descendant of the great Vikings was going to pull Diana up sharply, thereby turning her over and putting her on the shoulders. However, only for a moment, because literally at the same second Astrid intended to spread her legs to the sides and send Diana's body down. Oh. Wait, what? Yes. Astrid was really going to fall into a sitting position, but instead of driving Diana into the floor, she intended to drive her into the very metal steps that the Italian woman used not so long ago. Now it was really the victim for the dragon!