Canceled

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Any blow does not remain painless even for an attacking fighter. Every time, be it a fist or a foot, when the attack reaches the opponent's body, the attacking fighter feels pain. But, anyway, the human body, consisting of meat, muscle and bones, is quite soft compared to many other things. Sooner or later, a real fighter gets used to feeling pain during an attack and over time this pain becomes unnoticeable.

But it's completely different when the blow is directed not at the human body, but, for example, at a fucking metal chair, as was the case with Astrid. If this chair had been made of a harder material, then maybe she would have broken some bones. The impulse that went through her right arm was truly colossal. And it wasn't hard to guess that it made her angry. Anger and pain are a very dangerous combination. In the distant past, this led to very unpleasant consequences. Although the Norwegian woman learned to control it after some events.

Having found the strength to concentrate after this damn unsuccessful punch, the Golden Dragon wanted to put an end to this outrage, which began immediately after the bell rang. She really didn't have time to use a kick or even a punch to knock the chair out of her opponent's hands. However, she could still use her strength. The pain in her right arm was too significant, but Astrid was sure she could handle it. Throwing her hands forward, she grabbed the edges of the chair, stopping the white-haired woman's attack.

A white flash. Even if Astrid tried to understand how and why this happened, she would hardly find the answer. There was only a fact. Even before the blonde had time to do anything with the chair, her opponent pushed this chair forward. And the backrest of this chair crashed right into the chin of the descendant of the great Vikings. The fighters are not in vain trying to aim at this part of the head. Blows to the cheeks, cheekbones, nose, forehead and other parts of the head are extremely painful and effective, but every self-respecting fighter knows that a blow to the chin is the most hopeful way to stun the opponent, that's how the human body works.

This nasty blow was accompanied by pain, but the worst part was that it literally turned off the Golden Dragon's consciousness for a moment. Her hands relaxed and dropped. She involuntarily backed away. Her vision was blurred and although she was fully aware of herself, she could not raise her hands to somehow protect herself. And when she saw that the backrest of the chair was approaching her face again, only the instincts of made her turn her head to the side.

"Aaaahhhh!!"

Was it salvation? No, definitely not. The second blow was much more painful and this time Astrid did not hold back a scream. And this time there was no white flash. This time her gaze darkened. The Norwegian woman staggered, and then her body began to fall forward. The Golden Dragon dropped to one knee. Her head was tilted forward. She put her left hand on the floor, trying to somehow keep the balance. She covered her face with her right hand.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Even though she couldn't see much due to the severe stun, she felt something wet on her right palm. A thin trickle of blood was flowing from her nose. And it could be called luck in a sense. Because if she hadn't had time to turn her head to the side thanks to her instincts, then she would surely have received a broken nose. Although, of course, considering the fact that the Golden Dragon was in agony right now, she wouldn't be able to call it a consolation.

[Tiamat]

Weiss was quick to think and act. She needed to be, any delay and that could cost her the match. It was thanks to that mindset that Weiss was even able to come up with this opportunity to begin with. Making something out of nothing, not quite a miracle but instead hard work. Thankfully some part of Astrid is human because she recoiled from punching a metal chair.

If she hadn’t surely this would be a very different situation. Not that it would matter thinking about it now. Weiss had to focus on one thing and that was getting at Astrid. The only thing she could do now is jab her with backrest of the chair. The first time Weiss did it, it worked amazingly. Astrid’s head bolted back from the jab, that meant Weiss was doing real damage here.

Weiss didn’t care how Astrid perceived this the chair jab. All that matters is what followed. It didn’t matter how much time you spent working out. Building up your muscles to be basically a body builder. Training your heart out, learning knew techniques, ways to manage pain and the rest of them. You can’t train your head, namely your brain. Sure a blow to someone’s cheeks, nose, forehead and temple would hurt. All of that doesn’t add up to a blow to the chin. Which is the best way to rattle the brain and stun someone.

Rattling the brain was good enough because it would disorient anyone long enough for a follow up. Now Astrid let go of the chair and backed up involuntarily. Weiss knew this was the best chance to tack on the pressure. Coming in again at Astrid with another chair blow. This time coming at her even harder than before. Weiss knew she was doing real damage when Astrid screamed out in pain. Not holding anything back from the hit.

As Weiss was going in for another one, she saw Astrid stagger and fall forward. Astrid kept herself up on one knee. With a hand on her face and on the ground. Trying to keep her balance was admirable, surely if Weiss took those blows she would be out of it. Regardless this was Weiss’s golden moment. One she would make sure to not waste.

Even with Astrid down, Weiss was not done with her in the slightest. With chair in hand there was so much more damage she could do. Taking the dented and battle worn chair with some screws loose thanks to Astrid. Weiss raised it up high, repeating the same motion from before. Looking to smash the chair on Astrid’s head with all of her power.

BANG

That was the sound that echoed throughout the arena. If the chair had landed on Astrid, Weiss was coming down on Astrid so hard that the chair itself broke! The seat came clean off thanks to it colliding with Astrid’s head.

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There are bad days. There are very bad days. And there are days like this one. At least that was the thought that crossed Astrid's mind as she struggled to keep the remnants of her composure. Although, of course, after two chair strikes, one of which hit her right in the chin, it was more than problematic.

The state she was in now was familiar to any real fighter. And any fighter hated this state. Astrid was no exception. On the one hand, you are conscious and can even control your body to some extent. But at the same time, your thoughts are vague, and your mind perceives commands incorrectly. And the most annoying thing was that there was nothing you could do about it.

"Come on... move..." she thought, trying to pull herself together.

But it was all in vain. She could feel blood pouring out of her nose. She felt like she was struggling to keep her balance thanks to the hand she put on the floor. But at the same time, the Golden Dragon couldn't bring herself to stand up and take a fighting stance. Her instincts were screaming for her to come to her senses. But the human body is another world that works according to certain rules. And now the Norwegian woman was defenseless because of the stunning.

This led to sad consequences, which, obviously, were not long in coming. Because of the fog in front of her eyes, she couldn't even see her opponent's movements. But it didn't make any difference. Only the facts mattered. And the facts were that Weiss had hit her again, this time apparently with maximum force. Astrid didn't know about it, but because of the force of this strike, the chair seat in the white-haired woman's hands broke.

She didn't make a single sound. For the simple reason that the moment the chair crashed into her head, the light for the Golden Dragon went out. It didn't last long, but for a short period of time she was unconscious. Therefore, the blonde just collapsed on the concrete floor face down, remaining motionless.

And although after a few seconds her brain started to reboot, it didn't change much. The Norwegian woman opened her eyes, but she still did not understand where she was and what was going on. There was a wild annoying squeak in her head, as if after a grenade explosion. Apparently, she will spend the next few days with a migraine. Well, considering how this match is going, there was nothing surprising in that.

[Tiamat]

There are good days. There are even better days. It looked like this were going Weiss’s way in this match. The blows to Astrid’s chin were not very painful, at least to her. But the real impact was to her brain which was being rattled by the blows to her chin. What mattered now, is that Weiss takes full advantage of this chance.

Even the best fighters know to take what is given to them. As their opponent is not so nice to not do the same. Looking Astrid clear in the face Weiss wielded the chair in her hands the same way a knight slaying a dragon would.

BANG!!!!

That was the sound that was made when Weiss had swung at Astrid with all her power. It was thunderous and loud and even more was that the steel chair Weiss was holding broke! At least the seat broke, coming right off with a Astrid sized dent being made as the piece of steel fell to the side. Short moments within this match Astrid had already taken a very dangerous injury. One that is the nature of these sorts of matches yes, but even this was a stretch.

The proud Norwegian woman collapsed onto the concrete floor remaining motionless. It was only for a few seconds but Weiss had to take it in. She had just smashed a chair over someone’s head that broke the chair. Looking down to see the state of her opponent, Weiss had felt this rush of adrenaline. It was unlike any other feeling she has felt before. The caution that Weiss was practicing would be taking a back seat to her current feelings.

Normally this would be the perfect situation to get over Astrid and pin her. Have the referee count her out and take the win. But no something in Weiss wanted more. More of this sort of action, not befitting her status. But something she wants. Besides Weiss had fully convinced that Astrid would kick out of the pinfall attempt. Whether that is true or not will never be known.

What was next now? It wasn’t as if Weiss could pick Astrid up and throw her into the ring or slam her. But thankfully they were in no mans land. Outside of the ring there were a dangerous number of tables. Not even mentioning the weapons Weiss could find under the ring. With that in mind Weiss would go to a nearby table and bring it closer to Astrid. Hopefully the chair blow will keep Astrid down long enough.

Moving down to grab Astrid’s pants and head. Getting a handful of Astrid’s golden hair, Weiss surely struggled but Weiss was able to at least put Astrid onto the reinforced table. Now the wrestling audience waited with bated breath as to what Weiss would do next. Weiss was never one to take major risks, but that was before she was in this match. Climbing onto the ring, standing on the area just outside of the ropes. Weiss would turn her back to Astrid and the table. Taking a deep breath, Weiss jumped to the second rope. That rope which bounced and picked Weiss up as she jumped. Hoping to land a moonsault on Astrid!