[Standard Match] Astrid Arvidsson (D) vs Alison Seong - The furious beginning

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A strange feeling that is given to very few to know. Astrid felt the pain, Alison took care of it. Even without taking into account everything that happened before, the last two attacks of the American-Korean woman were just insanely tough. Every limb, every joint was now filled with painful sensations. But despite this, Astrid felt better than ever. It was as if she had been connected to an inexhaustible source of energy and now this energy was bursting out of her in a furious stream.

Lifting her opponent above the mat, Astrid rushed to the corner of the ring with such speed, as if there were real dragon wings behind her back. She felt the real excitement of the battle. The only thing she wanted right now was to crush Alison. And it seems that the brunette was completely unprepared for this, because even before she could put up any resistance, her back crashed into the corner, and the shoulder of the Norwegian woman crashed into her stomach.

She heard the air leave the American-Korean woman's lungs along with a stifled groan of pain. To Alison's credit, she stayed on her feet, even though it required her to grab both of the top ropes on either side of her. And it was good, especially considering that despite the fact that she remained on her feet, she was not able to do anything, because if she could, she would have done it right away.

Therefore Astrid clenched her fists and then straightened up to her full height right in front of her opponent. Her head was still tilted down, but it didn't last long. The blonde slightly spread her arms to the sides, turning them palms up. And then her arms started shaking. They could see that her muscles tensed so much that her veins were literally ready to burst. And then she not only raised her head, but even slightly tilted it back. The Golden Dragon's teeth were bared and the crystal-clear rage could be seen in her eyes.

"GRAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!" Astrid roared deafeningly, raising her shaking arms higher.

Such rage was impossible to keep inside. And now the flame that burned the descendant of the great Vikings from the inside has finally completely burst out. Those who were doing well with their imagination could surely see how flames began to dance around Astrid, through which one could see the frightening silhouette of a huge golden dragon.

And then Astrid's fists went forward. Tornado. Avalanche. Tsunami. It could be called anything, but no natural disaster could describe the rage with which the Norwegian woman began to beat her rival. Those who were impressed by the blows she sent to Alison's at the very beginning would probably choke now. Because now these blows were not only many times more powerful, but also faster. The Golden Dragon did not choose a specific target, her fists were aimed at every part of the brunette's upper body. Head, chest, ribs, collarbone, abdomen. Doesn't matter. With an incessant roar, Astrid intended to break her. She didn't care how long it would take. She was going to beat Alison until her body went limp. It was the dragon's rage.

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Impaled in the corner by Astrid's shoulder, Alison was left gasping and heaving for air as she slumped in the corner. Teeth gritted, this was not the situation that Alison wanted to be in, trapped in the corner with the powerful blonde cutting off her escape! She tightened her arms, hooking them around the top ropes to pull herself up the corner. The muscles within her stomach were all screaming at this point, torturous it was for the woman to even stand up straight after enduring a heavy hit.

And it was only going to get worse for her.

With little change in her posture, Alison left herself vulnerable as Astrid squared up with fists filled with vengeance. The raging torrent of her opponent came in form of firing fists that flew with impunity. They battered Alison, in such a flurry that she couldn't react as her body jerked from side to side, back and forth as she recoiled off the ropes and corners with each hit. The ferocious assault was tearing apart Alison, she couldn't believe the force behind each hit at this point in the match where she and her beat the living hell out of each other with impactful moves and yet the Dragon still had this kind of fire in her! Each blow drastically cut down Alison's posture, sinking lower and lower on the corner as her body couldn't take this kind of punishment!

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Hardly anyone could have any doubts about what Astrid wanted to achieve. The moment her fists started slamming into her opponent's body, she wanted to turn Alison into mincemeat. The Golden Dragon was in pain and every movement only intensified the agony. But, despite everything, it seemed that each new punch was stronger and faster than the previous one.

And no matter how strong the American-Korean woman was, even she was unable to cope with the Hell that fell on her. The wild power of the Golden Dragon was literally throwing the brunette from side to side in the small space in which she was locked.

The cannonade of fists was creating new bruises on Alison's skin in real time, Astrid could even swear that she saw blood flash in the air after one of the punches in the brunette's face. The furious cry of the Golden Dragon mixed with the cheers of the crowd, who clearly welcomed such an impressive match.

They'll have time to get used to it. It was the first time they saw Astrid in the ring. Perhaps it might even have seemed to them at some point that Alison was right and that the blonde had come here only for the sake of a loud but empty statement about herself. However, the truth was that the Golden Dragon had been honest with them from the very beginning. She came here for a challenge. She came here to fight with the best of the best and see if she has enough strength to get to the top.

It seemed that Astrid was not going to stop, at least the rage in her eyes indicated exactly that. However, at the moment when her opponent began to sink down, the Golden Dragon stopped showering Alison with endless punches. Instead, Astrid pulled her right arm back. Gathering her strength, she intended to send a hard right cross into her opponent's jaw to symbolically put an end to this series of brutal blows.

"Pha... pha... pha..." Astrid's furious scream was replaced by heavy breathing.

Her skin glistened because of the light reflected from the large drops of sweat flowing down her body. The Golden Dragon gulped air greedily. Despite the fact that she had both strength and endurance, such a powerful series of blows took a huge amount of strength from her. The blonde felt pain in her muscles and burning in her lungs. However, this was not the end. She's not done with Alison yet.

That's why she was going to wrap her left arm around the brunette's right thigh and put her right arm around Alison's waist. What is she up to? Well, the answer to this question would not take long to wait. Gritting her teeth, the Golden Dragon intended to lift Alison above the mat. But not for a throw or anything like that. For what then? The audience would surely see something familiar in this because Astrid intended to put the American-Korean woman on the top turnbuckle.

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Rattled and battered, Alison continued to jerk and flop in the corner with every hit that the furious barrage landed, her attempts to defend herself with her arms up meant little in protecting her as even if she managed to block one fist, it crashed in with such force that defending against it only hurt her arm before being struck on the other side.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep her arms up, her only form of sensible defense as each punch drove Alison deeper into the turnbuckle that she was in danger of becoming nothing but a paste on the covers. Another solid hit to Alison chin rocked the Korean-American, her head snapping to the side as a glob of blood spit flew out of her mouth, Alison wasn't even aware she was bleeding and was unable to keep track of everything that those punches left on her body.

Finally the barrage of punches stopped.

Now would've been the perfect time for Alison to turn the tables on her opponent. But anything other than slumping in the corner was out of the question for the wrestler, panting and gasping for air as pain seeped into every part of her body. Her arms dropped and hung as she took a moment to breathe with the reprieve she was given. But the reprieve was short lived as Astrid fired her primed fist that came crashing across her face! Another glob of bloodspit flew out of her mouth, her head snapping to the side as the unprotected violent hit sent all of Alison's body into dream street as she lurched forward, the only reason that she hadn't hit the canvas was because of her falling into Astrid as blood started to pool and drool out of her mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuhhh...." she moaned out, conscious but barely as she was at the mercy of the Golden Dragon, who took the reigns of Alison's body, lifting her up into the air like a sack of potatoes and propping her up on the top of the corner!

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Astrid's hands were covered in blood. The same blood that dripped from her rival's mouth and nose. Astrid couldn't remember the last time she put so much force into her punches. Did she expect that she would have to make every effort in her debut? Yes, absolutely. But she didn't expect to be filled with rage. And yet, while she was beating Alison, she had only one wish. She wanted to destroy the woman in front of her.

Because of the brunette, the Golden Dragon seemed to have returned to the days when she was completely unable to control her emotions, which as a result led to her being suspended from official matches MMA for two years. A lot of water has flowed since then. Since then, Astrid has never been ready to say that she hates anyone. Alison became an exception. Because the descendant of the great Vikings had nothing but hatred for this woman.

And this hatred pushed her forward. After such a wild series of blows, Astrid's muscles felt like lead. Literally every movement was unbearably painful. That was the price. The price for the fact that she spent a huge amount of strengths, despite the fact that her body was beaten. In a sense, the Golden Dragon's body continued to function on credit.

And although sooner or later any credit should be paid, so far Astrid wasn't ready to stop. Literally hurting herself, she grabbed her weakened opponent and put her on the top turnbuckle. Astrid continued to breathe without closing her mouth, her breathing was completely knocked out. But she couldn't afford herself a break, she knew that if she stopped, she would hardly be able to pick up the pace again.

She was so hot that she wouldn't be surprised if the sweat on her skin started to turn into steam. Yes, her body and mind were begging for rest. But Astrid was not going to give in to this desire, instead she grabbed the top ropes. Barely restraining painful groans, she began to move her feet. First on the bottom ropes, then on the middle ones.

Realizing that the Golden Dragon intended to repay Alison for her devastating throw from the top ropes, the audience began to increase the noise. Astrid knew it was just an illusion, but it seemed to give additional strength. Almost mirroring Alison's actions, Astrid reached out with her left arm to the brunette's neck, intending to close her in a simple front facelock hold. With her right hand, she intended to grab the American-Korean woman's left leg.

"Uggrrrhhhh!!!!!" A groan escaped Astrid, equally full of pain and rage.

Straining almost every part of her battered body, the Golden Dragon intended to pull her opponent up, lifting her into the air. Astrid felt her muscles ready to explode, while her mind was ready to shut down due to the colossal tension. And yet, causing a truly deafening roar from the crowd, the Golden Dragon climbed the top ropes.

Not everyone noticed that she did not lift Alison higher, which would have led to the fact that the brunette would have been upside down. Astrid held her opponent in a horizontal position almost parallel to the mat. Someone could probably assume that she simply did not have the strength left to repeat the superplex that her rival used. But the truth was that the descendant of the great Vikings was not going to repeat Alison's move.

"RRAAAHHHH!!!" The blonde roared.

Putting strength into her arms, she was going to lift Alison a little higher, just until the moment when her body would be at the sharpest angle to the ring. Yes, that's right. Astrid wasn't going to repeat her opponent's move. Instead, to the accompaniment of the screams of the audience, the Golden Dragon intended to lean back in order to smash the head of the American-Korean woman on the mat with the help of a top rope fisherman DDT!!!

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Alison groaned as she slumped against the corner, her arms hooked in with the bare minimum enough to at least keep her vertical. Blood rolled down the side of her face from the cut that opened up right above her eye while blood dripped down her nose and mouth, beaten and bloodied by Astrid's ferocious assault and the brief respite was only going to be momentary as Astrid lifted her up the corner, seating her at the top. There was nothing good that was going to come from this position as all forms of pro wrestling could attest to, but Alison was none the wiser and even if she could realize what was going on, she was in no condition to contest as Astrid climbed after her.

Hooking her head, Alison was pulled forward as all of her lopsided balance would be full reliant on the Golden Dragon for support as what started simple soon began to morph into a structured form of destruction as Astrid hooked her leg, tying her up into a tight fold as Alison's regained enough semblance to realize the danger she was in.

She would begin to struggle, pushing on Astrid with her hand to try and worm herself free. But it was too late at that point, Astrid hauling her off of the turnbuckle, lifting her up high into the air with the mat far below as the two left the ropes and went crashing down. In the Fisherman hold, Alison's head was tucked in and pointed downwards and exposing it to maximum impact as she was spiked hard. Her body crunched up by the hold of Astrid offered little to no slack for her body to absorb as she was scrunched into the mat.

Painfully folded into a ball, Alison's body went limp and would splay itself across of the ring the second that Astrid would release her!

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It was louder than any thunderclap of the fiercest storm. The moment Alison crashed into the mat, the walls of the arena seemed to shake. Louder than the sound of her collision with the mat were only the screams of the audience, who definitely did not expect to see such a match today. It was a real gift for them, because not every debut is so outstanding.

Astrid landed on her back, gasping for air. She almost immediately released her opponent, as a result of which the brunette turned on her side and remained lying without any signs of movement. Golden Dragon placed her forearm on her forehead, unable to make her breathing more even. She spent too much strength.

She felt it. Despite the rage she unleashed on her rival, her body was not able to handle it. After all the damage she received from Alison, her body started working on credit. And now the Golden Dragon could barely move, as her muscles seemed to be filled with lead. However, she had one more thing to do.

Gritting her teeth, Astrid turned to her rival. She felt nothing but hatred for Alison. This woman. She had no idea of honor. And although Astrid herself wasn't one of the saints either, she wanted to make sure that Alison would regret everything she had done today. Roughly pushing the brunette in the shoulder, the Golden Dragon intended to force her to turn on her back.

The blonde's face reflected the pain she felt. Even though in fact she wasn't doing any active actions now, it was still difficult for her to move. Alison made her fight to the maximum of her abilities. And the truth was that Astrid had never been so tired in her entire MMA career before.

At that moment, only one question was important. Was all this enough for Alison to lose? There was only one way to check. Astrid intended to lie down and wrap her arms around both of her opponent's legs, and then roll to the side, thereby pressing her back against Alison's breasts. Yes, it was nothing else, but a pin attempt. The referee did not take long to wait and after a moment she lay down next to the women. A moment later, she slapped the mat for the first time.

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Operating from an area of the ring that she was not used to and especially was not prepared for the level of impact that was awaiting for her as Alison and Astrid fell off from the top rope down to the mat for an Earth Shattering event. The first part of Alison to hit was her head, scrunched up into a tight ball meant that there was little give in her body and all of the momentum scraping through her body and down her spine as her body went limp. She flopped in a heap, face in the mat, knees propped into the mat to stick her rear up before gravity and loose limbs slipped out from underneath her, slowly crumpling to the mat.

Her descent was accelerated as Astrid pushed into her, rolling her down onto the mat and laying on top while taking both legs for deep hooks. Folded up with what felt like the weight of the world bearing down on her chest, her head swimming aimlessly in an empty space as the referee began to count. Once her hand slapped the mat, twice she slapped the mat with no resistance from Alison. But as the referee raised her hand for the third and final count, Alison's body reacted on instinct with the little amount of control she could afford.

But the most important thing was getting her shoulder up off the mat, rolling into Astrid and forcing her shoulder up as it was all her heavy body's instinct could manage!

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"TWO!!"

Even after the second count, Alison continued to lie without any movements. The Golden Dragon felt that her opponent's body was relaxed. And this gave hope to the blonde's heart that this was the end of the match. She usually didn't think about such things, but this case was an exception. Considering how tough this match was going, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out if the brunette found the strength to break the pin.

But, as they say, what is to be, cannot be avoided. When the referee raised her hand for the third time, Astrid involuntarily held her breath. When she decided to come to Japan, she knew that a new chapter would begin in her life, because it was in LAW that the strongest women in the world fought. But she clearly did not expect that already in the very first match she would have to show much more than in any of her MMA matches. Therefore, when the referee's hand went to the mat, the Golden Dragon froze in anticipation.

"THR!!!..."

Everything happened so suddenly that the striped shirt was forced to change the trajectory of her hand in order not to slap the mat. But the fact remained. Alison jerked to the side with such force that Astrid was forced to let go of her legs. The blonde found herself in a sitting position. She pursed her lips and her eyes were wide open. And although it was hard for her to believe it, she knew what the referee was going to say.

"ONLY TWO!!!!"

The arena was filled with the screams of the audience. They came here to see real wrestling and they undoubtedly liked the fact that both women were not ready to lose. It was hard to say how much they liked the nasty temperament of the American-Korean woman, but they definitely liked her stubbornness.

Astrid didn't share their feelings. She was usually able to show due respect to any strong opponent. But in Alison's case... no. She just wanted to beat the shit out of this brunette. Nothing more.

And so with an exasperated growl, the Golden Dragon turned to face Alison, simultaneously rising to one knee. She felt pain in her joints and muscles, and her breathing was knocked out. Every inch of her skin was covered in thick sweat. But if Alison wanted to continue so badly, then Astrid intended to answer.

The descendant of the great Vikings intended to grab Alison by her right wrist and right elbow. Roughly yanking her up, she wanted to force her opponent to get to her feet. And although it seemed like a good time for an Irish whip, the blonde intended to do otherwise. She was going to let go of Alison's elbow and take a step back in order to create some space between them. But only to pull the American-Korean woman to her. So she wanted to give Alison an impulse and use it against her. Astrid intended to extend her right arm to the side, and then hit the brunette just below her neck in order to knock the ground out from under her feet with her signature move, which she called the Bifrost!

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Forcing herself up in a moment of adrenaline filled desperation, Alison managed to break out of the pin and rolled onto her side. She panted as sweat rolled off of her body and stained the mat, her body was searing in pain from the high octane energy that the match ran on feeling as if she had been through a marathon ringer. Even though she had kicked out, Alison had little energy to move her heavyweight body up to a standing base, only managing to get up to her fours.

But Astrid had the unstoppable wave of momentum behind her as she stood over Alison. She could only give a defiant glare with one eye, twisting her head up to look up at the Golden Dragon before her arm was seized, pulling her right up to her feet. Unsteadied, she staggered with the only form of balance ironically coming from Astrid as she held her arm, shoving her back to create more instability in the Korean American before yanking her right back into a violent lariat!

The thunder like crack filled the arena as Astrid bashed her arm into Alison's chest, sweat misting into the air around them as it was destructively removed from Alison's body from the sheer force of the blow, her body whipping backwards as her legs tossed up, nearly twisting Alison inside out as she crashed into the mat in a horrific crumple, splayed out and laid out by the Golden Dragon!