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

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It was as if Astrid was facing a completely different woman to the one who won the LAWLESS title many months ago. Not only in demeanor and general attitude, but in wrestling style. The Diana that earned gold around her waist would have never have so haplessly jumped at Astrid with her arm raised in the laziest of fashion. Then again, ‘classic’ Diana would have never have gotten in the ring to boast all the same. She would have been on top of Astrid, likely quite literally, in an effort to make sure the blonde couldn’t see straight, never mind stand.

Instead, she might as well have screamed the words as she jumped at Astrid. ‘I am jumping at you right now. Please feel free to smash the teeth from my mouth.' An offer Astrid soon took her up on.

She certainly looked as though she was silently mouthing those words as Astrid reached up, snagging the Italian out of the air before spiking her in brutal fashion.

With her fine legs soon following behind her, Diana would be left in a heap against the thin pads that covered the outside. Lower half still draped against the apron, Diana had a lovely line of drool coming from her lips as she lay with her chin to the canvas. Those that could see the awkwardly angled face of the Italian would have called for the referee to start counting, had another crowd chant not soon arose. One that in favor of bringing an end to this encounter under the pretense that Diana was out cold, asked for the opposite. For the masses seemingly wanted Astrid to bring Diana down again - funnily enough with a motion that Diana had already managed to par previously. Though, there’d be no question as to whether or not Diana could resist this time...

Not as Diana was so helplessly hoisted out of the pit she had fallen into, with her legs and arms dangling so haplessly either side of her. By the time she had her senses about her fully enough to realize just what the hell was about to happen, it was far too late for Diana to prevent disaster falling upon her. For if anything, it was the sudden rush of air that came with being so suddenly brought into the sky that snapped Diana back to reality. Only to find herself higher off the ground than she should have been!

Eyes wide, not a scream would arise from Diana before Astrid saw fit to bring her down to earth.

Only in favor of earth, came the jagged corners of the steel steps Diana had been so willing to use on the blonde now ruthlessly handling her. With a collision that rang out into the crowd, making near enough every single individual with even a modicum of self preservation painfully wince...

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Diana is not who she used to be. It was literally the first thing Astrid said to her. Of course, the blonde perfectly remembered that Diana was one hundred percent sure that now she is better and cooler than before. The conviction in this gave rise to the grain. But do not forget about one important thing. You reap what you sow.

The Golden Dragon didn't know what the old Diana would have done. But she knew exactly what she wouldn't do. That Diana, who has earned the right to call herself the LAWLESS champion, would never have allowed herself to move like a sloth and use against Astrid an attack that was as straight as a rail, even despite the weakened state of the Golden Dragon.

Comparison of the new Diana to a sloth was very funny, at least according to Astrid. Yes, of course, the Italian woman has not completely lost her skills in the ring. However, now she was either looking for the easiest ways, or, judging by the elbow she aimed at Astrid's head, was refusing to make any effort at all.

There is always a probability of an event, even if the probability is truly negligible. Therefore, it could not be said that this Diana had no chance of defeating Astrid. However, this was just the case when the probability is really small. In order for their chances to become equal, she should not think about the easiest ways, but about how to surpass Astrid in skill, strength and dexterity. By the way, the answer to this question was already known.

The Golden Dragon herself gave the answer when she first hit Diana. She wanted to fight Diana on equal terms. And for that she needed old Diana. Diana, who earned the golden belt with blood and sweat. Diana, who left behind a pack of defeated women in an attempt to carry the belt home. That's the kind of Diana Astrid wanted to see. That's the kind of Diana she wanted to fight.

There was only one simple thing left for her to do. She had to literally knock the old Diana out of the new Diana. And was it possible to come up with something better for this purpose than her signature movement? Accompanied by the roar of the audience, the descendant of the great Vikings crashed the body of the former champion into the metal steps. In another situation, she would have leaned forward in order to go for a pin attempt, but today there was no need for that, so the blonde immediately let go of her opponent's waist.

"Pha... pha... phaa..." Astrid was breathing heavily, getting up on one knee.

"ONE!"

The descendant of the great Vikings turned her head to the side and looked at the referee. The striped shirt without doubts was sure that Diana was not able to get to her feet quickly, so the decision to start counting was more than fair. And Astrid had no desire to argue with this, especially after she looked at Diana's face, which still reflected the agony.

"TWO!!"

Gritting her teeth so as not to let out a groan, the Golden Dragon rose to her feet. It would be a crime to refuse the opportunity to take even a little break. Although, of course, she kept her eyes on the brunette. Diana had every chance to rise, Astrid had no doubt about it. The only question is, which Diana will rise to her feet, old or new?

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None of this was Diana's fault. Not in her mind.

It wasn't a case of ego, or choice of tactics or otherwise. Diana was losing because of luck, bad luck. Nothing more. That and Astrid's stupidity.

For how could the Italian account for the blonde not registering the fact that she was beaten long before she stepped foot in the ring with the former LAWLESS champion? How was Diana suppose to accommodate for a lack of common sense?

That was the Italian's logic going forward. She was doing everything right - Astrid, was not. So when Diana leaped off the ring, it wasn't her fault at all that Astrid had the audacity to turn and counter her. Obviously in Diana's mind, she was simply stupid.

But now with her back aching in the utmost horrendous fashion, Diana would have time to contemplate how she'd been acting thus far with Astrid. The pain in her spine was amongst the worst agonies she'd felt outside of finishing moves that ended the match there and then, though the Italian wasn't counted out just yet. She had enough wits about her to register the roar of the referee, who was able to count halfway towards ending the match without issue, and enough to register that there was little benefit in rising so quickly. The stairs were hardly a comfy mattress to rest upon, but it was better Diana's body was to hang awkwardly over them yet still over rising into the waiting arms of Astrid.

Though as the count began to go on, Diana reached her arms back to the apron, before turning onto her front. She'd move at a sluggish speed, though one quick enough to beat the count in a somewhat comfortable fashion. All the whilst keeping her left hand to her back, with the back of her palm against it in an effort to take some of the edge off the ache.

And the growing thought that perhaps just maybe, she was going about this encounter all the wrong way...

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"THREE!!"

"FOUR!!"

"FIVE!!!"

At some point, Astrid, who was concentrating on restoring her breathing, had the idea that Diana would not continue the match. At least this was hinted at by the fact that the brunette was in no hurry to move after her back got acquainted with the metal steps. However, the stubbornness of the former champion was not so easy to break.

Diana proved it when she rolled over on her stomach and reached to the apron. Judging by the speed of her movements, the expression on her face, as well as the fact that she continued to cover her back with her left hand, the Golden Dragon concluded that Diana did not have enough time to recover. But that wasn't the main thing. The main thing was that even in spite of the pain, her opponent was definitely determined to continue the match.

It was clear to everyone that the match would not end there. However, the referee stopped counting only after Diana had fully risen to her feet. Hardly anyone would say that Diana had a lot of support from the audience today, because her behavior in many ways did not cause their sympathy. However, the brunette received a portion of cheers when she got to her feet.

And there was nothing to hide here, the Norwegian woman was also glad of it. Despite the pain in her body and the wound on her nape, she still had enough strength to spend. In addition, thanks to this short break, she calmed her breathing a little.

"Fine..." Astrid mumbled, as if agreeing with the offer to continue the match.

However, words were not needed here. She had something better to let the former champion know that she was ready to continue. What exactly? Well, the Golden Dragon was determined to take a step forward. If someone forgot that they had agreed to more than just hardcore conditions, then she intended to remind that they were not only outside the ring, but were also surrounded by a wide variety of things that could easily be used as weapons.

And so the Golden Dragon intended to grab the handles of a large trash can, which was next to her. Diana's back was still in a bad condition and therefore Astrid saw no reason to think long about the target. Taking another step forward, the blonde intended to make a wide side swing, and then hit Diana with that metal can right in the back!

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Why did Diana agree to such a hardcore variety of match, despite her lack of comparable experience against Astrid? Diana had been the LAWLESS champion for sure - a feat she’d be keen to remind anyone who’d listen - but the Italian in-ring had next to no matches under her belt with hardcore rules in mind. Said reign involved Diana creatively avoiding long battles, with the fights she couldn’t avoid imploring the use of mostly strikes and slams. She’d do them of course - she hadn’t accepted this match stipulation against Astrid with absolutely no willingness to get hardcore - but her tactics in said matches would mostly be the same if not exaggerated as the ones she’d use in her standard encounters. That being to use a motley mix of strikes, slams and submissions!

With Diana’s brutal use of the stairs a moment ago perhaps one of the few times in a LAW arena she had even come close to the use of weaponry!

Though much like how Diana was beginning to understand that she wasn’t taking this whole encounter seriously enough, Diana was beginning to realize that if she was going to come out on top of this match with her hand raised high, she’d have to use more than a rough through of some steel steps to achieve victory.

Said thoughts would rush through the Italian’s mind, as Diana’s hands lay clutching on the edge of the ring apron with her head still down if tilted a little to the side as to keep a side-eye on Astrid. There would be absolutely nothing that the Italian could do if her blonde foe was to cut the distance and attack with the vigor Diana had come to expect from Astrid, but at least seeing the beat down she’d be about to receive was better than taking it entirely to her blind side.

If only to allow her to wince in advance.

For the sound of scraping metal across the ground would force Diana’s attention - with the Italian turning with her hand still to the apron given how much she needed its support. Though the Italian would be left unable to turn fully enough for the blow to even hit her side let alone her front, as Astrid swung in with enough force to send her against the side of the apron fully.

Albeit not for long, as Diana’s legs would give out yet again, leaving the darker haired fighter in this match to dramatically slide down the side of the ring. Before landing flat to her front yet again!

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Astrid in her turn was fine with any type of match. However, she wasn't going to deny that hardcore and everything related held a special place in her heart. Of course, someone sees in such matches only an opportunity to realize their most cruel fantasies, or just to be able to legally use the meanest tricks. But, although it sounds loud enough, Astrid looked at it differently. The Norwegian woman believed that hardcore is a way to reach the limit of her abilities, nothing more.

Therefore, her conscience was absolutely clear at the moment when she grabbed the trash can. Using every muscle in her arms, she swung this can and sent it straight at Diana's back. And heck, she could have sworn she saw something in her rival's eyes. Even though it was a very short moment, the former champion knew exactly what was waiting for her. That's what the Golden Dragon saw in her eyes.

There was a screech of metal. Astrid hit the Italian woman with such force that the trash can was crumpled in several places. It was hardly possible to use this thing for its intended purpose now. However, this did not bother the blonde much, because she achieved what she wanted. This strike seemed to knock the spirit out of Diana. The brunette, like a rag doll, fell to the floor again.

The referee looked at Astrid as if expecting something. Apparently, she didn't want to start counting if she had to stop a second later because of the actions of the Golden Dragon. She shouldn't have worried about that. Astrid wasn't going to attack Diana. At least for now. The idea of sitting on her and turning her head into mincemeat was very tempting. However, this would not bring the satisfaction that the descendant of the great Vikings was looking for.

"ONE!"

The striped shirt started counting again. And although Astrid wasn't going to get in her way, the blonde also wasn't going to just stand around. For her, it was not only an opportunity to regain her breath, but also to prepare the ground for further events.

"TWO!"

Throwing the crumpled trash can aside, Astrid bent down and grabbed the hem of the fabric hiding what was under the ring. Pulling it up, she quickly ran her gaze to what was closest to her. It seems she had a job to do. And, considering that time was very limited, the Golden Dragon decided to show diligence.

"THREE!!"

Over the loud counting the Golden Dragon began to take out the folded chairs and send them straight to the ring. After throwing at least six chairs, Astrid looked at Diana, because she didn't want to get stabbed in the back. And it was at that moment that her hand grabbed something much heavier than a chair. Ladder. It was a ladder. A smile appeared on Astrid's lips, as if she had unpacked a Christmas present. And although it would definitely take a little time, she intended to pull this ladder out from under the ring, and then throw it directly into the ring!

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Diana was grateful that in the world of wrestling, the design of weapons were such that prioritized the sound of the impact over the actual force of said impact itself. The steel steps Diana struck Astrid with a while ago now were indeed heavy, but there was absolutely no way they were completely solid steel. Not to mention their hollow nature took off much of the impact on Astrid’s rear side - though said impact was still notable. The same could be said of the trash can that was quite literally bent over Diana’s rear side a good moment ago - with the shape of that evidently aluminum can losing most of its shape. Had said trash can been composed of mostly steel, there would be no doubt as to whether or not Astrid would have been able to lift or swing it.

But there would however be questions on whether Diana could continue in the match, given the state she’d be in.

Her state wasn’t much better compared to the imagined one though that was something of a given. Diana was flat to the ground yet again, with her right arm stretched forward as if grasping something to help her rise. There was the apron she could once again use to climb, but Diana for the moment had lost all strength to even begin climbing it let alone commit to it.

Luckily for the Italian, and perhaps unluckily for her powerhouse blonde, Diana had prepared for such an occasion...

Though Diana’s confidence told the Italian long before the match started that she wouldn’t need ‘back up plan’s,’ Diana would have a plethora on standby. After all there was little harm in making them - alongside the fact said plans could be used in favor of further humiliating Astrid instead of outright saving Diana, would the moment arise.

And boy if a moment didn’t arise with perfect presentation, as Astrid committed herself to the task of filling the ring with enough chairs to overflow it, before sliding in a ladder. All with an oblivious nature to her over what was appearing on the ramp. Though she could hardly be blamed for losing sight of the entrance to the arena, given she had little reason to bare it mind!

Though no doubt soon enough, the roars and collective sighs of the onlooking crowd would peak Astrid’s interest. With the blonde no doubt turning her gaze soon enough, to bare witness to a familiar collection of individuals descending the ramp in slow fashion. A group Astrid knew almost personally from the funeral held in her honor a mere few weeks ago. Even more so, given they were allegedly her 'family.' Including at the head of the slowly descending group, her 'mother.'

Whom was aptly clad in a full body cast, with her overweight figure being slowly rolled down via a wheelchair...

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They say that patience and hard work will help you cope with anything. Astrid would never give up the opportunity to just lie on the couch and watch TV shows, while eating a kilogram of ice cream. However, when it comes to the ring, she's ready to make every effort for the sake of the result.

Therefore, she was grabbing chairs with unprecedented zeal and threw them into the ring. As they say, the sooner we start, the sooner we will finish. Therefore, the Golden Dragon tried to prepare everything necessary as quickly as possible in order to complicate her rival's life. It is unlikely that Diana will like it if she throws her on a bunch of chairs several times.

Although, of course, the blonde had to slow down a little when she found the ladder. This structure was much larger than a chair, so the Golden Dragon had to spend more time and effort in order to push the ladder into the ring. The Norwegian woman wiped the sweat from her forehead when her work was finished.

"Poof..." she breathed with relief.

Stop. Wait a minute. Due to the fact that she was distracted by the ladder, she did not even immediately realize that the sounds made by the audience had changed. Someone was whistling, someone was laughing. And something told her that it wasn't related to the fact that she had just placed the ladder in the ring.

With one movement Astrid turned around. And at the same moment, her eyes widened as if she had been hit on the head with a hammer. For one brief moment, her heart seemed to stop, and then her heartbeat increased significantly.

"No... no, no, no... fuck no..." the Norwegian woman muttered as if she couldn't believe her eyes. "I'm so sick of you, Diana... how low are you ready to fall..."

It's like she went back two weeks ago. After she ruined Diana's funeral plans, Astrid hoped for two things. The first is that the brunette will learn a lesson and will no longer cross a certain line. And, of course, Astrid hoped that she would never see those money-hungry bastards again who decided that they could play the roles of Astrid's family as humiliatingly as possible and leave unharmed.

The Golden Dragon bent down once more and reached for something under the ring. Family. Family was something sacred to her. She wanted to show it when she came to Diana's mother. Knowing what her rival was going to do, the Golden Dragon got the opportunity to take revenge. But she did not do this in the hope that Diana would no longer use such low ways to inflict emotional damage on her.

"My pink-haired friend often likes to say that wise learn from the mistakes of others," she said, straightening up to her full height. "Smart learn from their own mistakes. And only idiots never learn."

Astrid had a kendo stick in her hands. Unlike Charlotte, who seemed to have mastered all the martial arts in the world, the blonde did not know how to fence with this thing. But she knew for sure that if you hit someone on the head with it, it would hurt like hell. Astrid's gaze froze on the woman in a wheelchair, wrapped from head to toe in a cast. It seems that the bodyslam didn't do her "mother" any good. And yet... she was here. All of them were.

"You invariably desire to row upstream and piss into the wind. It had to end badly," the Golden Dragon's voice trembled slightly, and pure rage appeared in her lavender eyes. "Know today, coming here, you have pissed into a hurricane."

The blonde rushed forward. Last time, she tried to do everything possible in order not to injure them. Even though she was furious, she tried to avoid unnecessary cruelty. She didn't intend to be so generous today. If money is really so important to them, then let them work it out in full. Life is the best teacher. But apparently they didn't learn their lesson during their previous attempt to earn on Astrid's feelings. Well...

Putting her right leg forward, Astrid intended to raise her left leg, bent at the knee. Remorse? Not a single one. She intended to straighten this leg in order to hit her "mother" in the casted chest with a superkick! No, no one will escape her fury today. And she was going to prove it by rushing at the rest of the actors and waving the kendo stick in an attempt to beat each of them!

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Diana had created plans to turn things back in her favor should the situation arise, but they were hardly filled to the brim with detail. Diana's arrogance had led her to believe that not only would it be a unlikely thing she'd need said plans in the first place, but if they were required, they would not need much. A mere nudge to push things back in favor of Diana, and that would be that - the Italian would take it from there. Case and point here and now, given that the interaction from the mass now on the entrance ramp was as simple as it looked. They merely stood there, unsure of what to do.

For Diana had not felt they would ever be needed in the first place!

Whilst it would have been a perfect moment for the Italian to indeed seize the moment and rear at Astrid from behind, with barely helpful hands joining in to ensure Astrid stayed flat, the only outcome of this interruption on Diana's end was that the Italian was finally given time to rise. And that was about it.

Meanwhile, things were about to turn violent for the ones who'd been paid to once again try and humiliate Ms. Arvidsson...

"WAIT...WAIT..." Screamed 'a distant relative' of Astrid, who had found themselves in this scenario without any semblance of real thought. Yes Diana had paid them a pretty sum, but could one really be paid enough to endure outright agony? Whats more, the crowd before Astrid still had no actual fighting skill before them. Collectively, they might have been able to subdue a lightweight. And that was only if Astrid's 'mother,' with her extremely large frame, was to be used as a weight.

Against Astrid, who had experience, might and fury on their side?

The result was an expected one, as the chunkiest member of the entourage was knocked flat on her back with a nasty kick which left her circular figure sent into an upwards roll. With the rest of the group soon joining her on her back, as Astrid dispelled the group before her with a few mere waves of that kendo stick...

All the whilst, Diana had done absolutely nothing of note save for slide her figure into the ring, with her battered figure now against the ropes. With a tired gaze she'd turn her head towards the mob of brutalized actors and actresses, as Astrid undoubtedly finished up with them...

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Everyone should be responsible for their actions. It's just a rule of life concerned absolutely everyone without exception. Including Astrid, including Diana, and especially including idiots for whom money was more important than their health. Someone might have said that these actors and actresses did not know what they were going to do today. However, if they did not take care to find out in advance that they were going to meet a woman whom they had madly angered some time ago, then what can we talk about here at all?

Exactly. And so the Golden Dragon did not stand on ceremony with those who took part in an attempt to humiliate her and her family. Perhaps someone in Astrid's place would just laugh kindly if they found themselves in such a situation. But the descendant of the great Vikings was not here for a laugh. It's a match. A match for the opportunity to become the first openweight champion. And if someone forgot about it, then she still remembered it perfectly.

Kicking the massive woman who played the role of her mother, Astrid immediately switched to the rest of the actors and actresses. Using the kendo stick like an ordinary club, the Golden Dragon beat everyone who was unlucky enough to be near her without mercy. Someone felt a blow on the head, someone on the back, someone was unlucky to get hit in the stomach.

And, unlike last time, now everyone realized much faster what mistake they had made. Therefore, literally a minute later, they all hurried to pick up those who could no longer walk, and start running up the ramp as fast as possible. This rapid pace was also facilitated by Astrid herself, who did not stop waving a kendo stick while chasing them.

The blonde stopped only in the middle of the ramp, stopping the chase. The Norwegian woman was breathing heavily, and there was still rage on her face. Only after a second or two the veil disappeared from her eyes and she heard the cheers of the audience. It seems that not everything was lost yet. Perhaps some would have condemned her for beating up practically defenseless people, but most supported her for defending her honor and the honor of her family.

"Scum..." she muttered before the last actor disappeared behind the curtains.

Oh, right. Where is the culprit of all this shit? Astrid turned around and found that at that very moment Diana found the strength to return to the ring, where the Golden Dragon had recently thrown a bunch of chairs and a ladder. However, the brunette was in no hurry to take any active action. Apparently she was still in a bad condition, which is why she stayed near the ropes.

With an exasperated snort, Astrid headed down the ramp, intending to make Diana regret for what she decided to become. However, as soon as the blonde was back near the ring, she realized that not all the actors had left the arena. Turning her head to the side, the Golden Dragon looked with disgust at the oversized woman who was still drooling after being kicked.

Just the sight of this woman made Astrid clench her fists. She looked at Diana with hatred, and then threw the kendo stick aside. She didn't need it now. Instead, she intended to grab the woman by the arm and lift her to her feet in one motion. And then, wrapping arms around her waist, she lifted her off the concrete floor and placed her across the right shoulder.

At the same moment, the Golden Dragon felt all the weight that this woman had. Yes, Astrid wasn't a little girl either. But the difference was that Astrid's weight was due to muscles, and this woman's weight was due to sheer obesity. However, it didn't really matter, since Astrid was still able to take one step to the ring first, and then another.

"Take your shit back, Diana!" She growled.

Having taken her one step, Astrid intended to use all her muscles in order to throw her "mother" right into Diana with a lawn dart throw! Although, considering the size of this woman, the Golden Dragon was not sure that even her strength would be enough for this dart to reach Diana.