Karen S./Astrid A. - Dragon Slaying And Other Misendeavors (Part 1)

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Little theatricality nor flair followed Karen's descent down the ramp - there was little need to explain why she was here tonight. For it was the same reason she had appeared before the masses as she had the past previous dozen times. Save for one particularly disastrous encounter against a particular Egyptian powerhouse; one she had little intention of mentioning in any form.

To host her amazon classic open challenge of course!

Karen did so under the pretence that nought needed to be said by her. She couldn't have made it more obvious as to why she was here, she felt. Save for coming to the ring with a big marquee set up reading 'open challenge.'

As ever, the pause between Karen's clambering into the ring and the arrival of a would-be opponent was a lengthy one. With no prior warning, it was up to mere luck that an opponent backstage with a free day on their hands would answer Ms. Starring's call. There was always the chance that there'd be none willingly present that day, but so far such a occurrence hadn't transpired. And knowing Karen, she'd have simply spun such a happening to be in her favour.

'Obviously there's no one in LAW brave enough to face me,' yada yada.

But Karen was a patient woman, and she would not be deterred from her 'hosting' duties until she was effectively demanded by the management to do so. By whomever pulled a short straw, most likely.

With her back to the far corner of the ring and her arms up upon either top rope, the crowd had already descended into a low chatter amongst themselves for lack of having something better to do. Eyes to the ramp, Karen stared with almost a blank expression, as such a time would be ideal for some recollection as to the success of her open challenge series thus far.

Thoughts would be given to Mari Fuma - the debuting, blonde haired 'tits on a stick' as Karen so lovingly referred to as, whom opted to try and make something of Karen on her first appearance within LAW. Another brief moment was given to Karina Rine; a woman just as new in LAW as the aforementioned Mari was, equipped with a history with Karen as hateful and deep as Ms. Fuma had as well to boot. The reminiscing went on and on, soon stemming beyond that of the opponents she had encountered within her challenge; to be inclusive of her entire career in LAW thus far.

Whether this was to be an evening of looking back or an evening of violence remained to be seen, as Karen's head came to rest upon an outstretched hand, with the devilish amazon almost dazing off...

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Standing behind the curtains, Astrid watched the entrance of the blue-haired woman. This time Victoria was unable to attend due to important matters. The manager made a lot of efforts to ensure that it was the Norwegian woman who was here today. The last conversation between the Englishwoman and Astrid did not end well, and the blame for this lay with the blonde. But they were able to solve this problem by agreeing that they would trust each other.

And this time Astrid had no doubt that Victoria had done her job perfectly. Perhaps only a deaf person has not heard of the self-confident woman who announced an open challenge today. Astrid involuntarily grinned when she heard Karen's words. It seems that this woman's reputation was more than justified. And it didn't look like she was being sarcastic. Well, if she really thinks that there is no one here who brave enough to come to her in the ring, then let her think again.

Entrance Music

Dynamic music started and Astrid came out from behind the curtains. Perhaps not every spectator in the hall applauded at this moment, but she definitely received a very loud and warm greeting. Starting from the first day, the Golden Dragon moved forward like a train. She accepted every challenge she could reach and gradually she began to regain the same reputation she had gained as the European MMA champion.

Greeting the audience in response, the blonde raised her hands above her head, joining her palms in the manner of a crown. A true fighter knows that the way to the top lies through the hearts of the audience and fans. Therefore, Astrid was always ready to play along with those who were ready to support her. With a confident smile, she started down the ramp. Her eyes were focused exclusively on Karen.

Was it presumptuous? And was it really a good idea to come to such a strong and famous woman in the ring? Someone would do this solely because of excessive self-confidence. Someone would do this solely to try their luck. Someone would do this solely out of a desire to give the impression of a brave person. Could someone have said all this about Astrid? Perhaps. But the fact was that the descendant of the great Vikings was here for a completely different reason.

She grabbed the microphone from the commentators' table and then rolled under the bottom rope. When she got to her feet, she looked at Karen again. The smile on the blonde's face became a little wider, especially at the moment when she pointed at herself with her thumb, causing a new wave of noise from the audience. There was no fear in her lavender eyes. Instead, there was something else. And only a very attentive person could see the excitement and thirst for battle there. When her music ended and the audience calmed down a little, Astrid brought the microphone to her mouth.

"Deja vu, isn't it, huh?" she asked, addressing to the audience.

The hall was filled with noise and even laughter. Indeed, on the first day of her being here, she found herself in almost the same situation. Only that time, Alison Seong was standing in Karen's place. And now Astrid again in the ring with a woman who was rightfully considered one of the best. This time the Norwegian woman addressed to the blue-haired woman directly.

“I won't talk about the courage of others, but I'll talk about my own, huh," she said "I'm afraid of nothing!”

Were these words too loud? Yes, perhaps. And perhaps she was far from the first to utter them. But was there any difference? Yes, absolutely. Unlike many others, Astrid was always ready to confirm her every word with action. And every match she took here was a confirmation of that.

“I accept your open challenge, Karen Starring," Astrid said, taking a few more steps forward, leaving no space between them, "here and damn now.”

Her voluminous breasts pressed into Karen's equally voluminous breasts. Astrid looked straight into the blue-haired woman's eyes, waiting for an answer. It was no secret to anyone that many of those who could be called veterans treated the newly arrived fighters with obvious disdain. Not intending to put up with this, Astrid was ready to question the honor and pride of any veteran. And if Karen decided to make an open challenge, then she simply has no right to refuse, because it will be a hard blow to her reputation.

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As Karen began shifting thought to another face in her past, her moment of reminiscing was finally broken - a moment not too soon for the onlooking and slightly bored crowd.

To Karen's great pleasure, the music soon bellowing out before the masses was not one she had heard before. She rarely memorised the entrance themes of her rivals, but she could at least make some semblance of a connection when the likes of Kat Hart or Alison Seong appeared after her. No, this music was fresh in Karen's ears, which only meant one thing.

Fresh music. Fresh opponent.

And damn, if the figure descending down the ramp at speed didn't look the part. Tall. Toned. Confident. Busty.

Karen had no quirms about what frames and physiques she faced, but naturally she had her favourites. And at the top of that small list was bodies built to match her own - if only so that she could purely demonstrate that her own physique was superior. There was little fun in trying to overpower a speedy, luchadore-esque style foe now was there?

But oh what fun could be had in trying to show this would-be opposer what-for with nought but pure strength; a thought that made Karen inadvertedly flex, though such a motion would be missed entirely by the blonde whom paced not for Karen, but around the ring itself. To equip herself with a means of talking to the masses it seemed!

Shutting her eyes and shaking her head, Karen was never one to back down from a verbal back and forth but darn if she wouldn't have preferred skipping straight to the violence. There'd be no harm though, she figured, in letting this blonde introduce herself. It was easier to taunt and goad when she knew their name after all.

Standing perfectly still if but with an eyebrow now raised as Astrid spoke of courage, Karen thought it rude if say she were to interrupt.

Hostess duties and all.

To her minor disdain however, the blonde opted to state the obvious over stating her name. Of course she was out here to answer Karen's challenge - what else was there to interrupt her for, save for an awkwardly timed request for an autograph. Karen wouldn't let such remain, as she extended her right hand with intent to snatch that microphone from Astrid's mitt.

Only to be met with that body she had somewhat been scanning from a distance - with the Golden Dragon seeking familiarity before the encounter had even begun! Large breasts met their match as Astrid firmly heaved into Karen, with the latter refusing to lose her stake to the spot in the ring she had. Astrid was more overtly built, what with abdomen she could of ground meat upon, but Karen bared it no mind. Not only for the fact that her own midriff was covered as to compare, but for the fact that Karen's figure possessed power almost unfitting.

For all Karen's tremendous might, she was even stronger than she looked!

Breasts would rest upon breasts as Karen finally reached forward, snagging the microphone by force if needed. Before the awkward lack of distance between them meant she had to raise her arm at somewhat of an awkward angle, to slide the microphone in between their close faces.

"Fine speech...But who in the actual fuck are you?"

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For such a bold woman, Karen was very calm. Knowing about her reputation, Astrid was prepared for the fact that the blue-haired woman would try to hit her after their breasts pressed into each other. Alison was much more hot-tempered the time Astrid came into the ring to demand a match. However, even without this, the Golden Dragon could feel the tension that was in the air.

Karen didn't take a step back under the pressure of the blonde. This was already a very good sign. They were almost the same height, although Karen had a slight advantage in weight. Astrid was a fighter and she always tried to take at least some information that could be used. Although there really wasn't much need for it this time. She had heard a lot about what this woman was capable of.

When Karen reached for the microphone, Astrid deliberately squeezed her palm so that the blue-haired woman could not immediately take it away. The Norwegian woman playfully raised her left eyebrow before relaxing her palm and letting Karen pick up the microphone. She was wondering if this woman would try to get out of the situation somehow, or would she immediately agree to the match? And when she asked the question, the hall was filled with mixed reactions. Someone clearly appreciated these words, because Astrid really wasn't very well known yet. But on the other hand, there were those who definitely did not like these words.

The descendant of the great Vikings grinned. Of course, Karen didn't have to know everyone who came to the federation. But still, the Golden Dragon found this question very offensive. She made enough effort to be recognized. However, she didn't mind answering. Should she have taken the microphone back? Why, if the blue-haired woman kindly holds it over their breasts? Astrid only leaned forward slightly, pressing her lush breasts into Karen's even harder.

"Who the fuck am I? I'm Astrid fucking Arvidsson, huh," she said into the microphone that Karen was still holding, "the Golden Dragon of great Norway. But why do we need all this? Only one thing is important."

Astrid moved the microphone to the side so that there were no obstacles between their faces. She got even closer to Karen, not caring about her personal space at all. The audience began to buzz like bees in an apiary. It seemed that the woman's breasts would literally crush each other at any moment.

"That I'm the one who wants the match," she said, literally a few centimeters from Karen's face, "so, are we going to continue fucking with words or are we going to beat the shit out of each other, what you say?"

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Karen had maintained calm, but only for lack of reason to lose it. She was still in control or so she felt, with a smug grin to her as she asked this blonde beauty to state her name. As if it wasn't notable enough to learn before hand!

Though Astrid was not to take such an action personally. For a full week before Karen decided it wise to lay down her demands before current heavyweight champion Astrid Ostberg, Karen didn't opt to learn her name. It seemed, unless one had traded hands with Ms. Starring, and often enough come out on top, the short haired amazon simply didn't deem their name worth remembering.

Which begged the question - would the Golden Dragon have her name cemented in Karen's mind by the time the day was done?

Karen needless to say, was filled to the brim with reservations over such an idea. The blonde was big. And confident. And near enough didn't blink before her. But trading words and insults were a different kettle of fish from actual wrestling, even if the two went hand in hand given the nature of the business. And now that they had done one, Karen deemed it time for the other.

Though damn if the tension didn't become toxic, as Astrid had the audacity to deny Karen the microphone. A mere second passed of Karen effectively holding, nay squeezing, the hand of Astrid's to force a release, but it felt like a lifetime to the official sweating to their side. She nearly rung for the bell to start things out of instinct.

"Astrid fucking Arvidsson..." Karen repeated if without volume, with a grin growing wider to her face. Somehow, she resisted the urge to mention the cruelty of being given such a obscene middle name. Though with a flick of a switch, Karen's grin shifted into the amazons trademark cold stare. It didn't matter what words were next to come from Astrid's lips, be they a suggestion of a stipulation, another insult, or otherwise.

The moment the blonde opened her mouth again, Karen already had her next motion planned. And what little, non-existent hesitance Karen held over doing so was near squeezed out of her cleavage as Astrid stepped forward again, as if to once more force Karen back.

Not more than two inches a part, Karen's right eye winced as she awaited Astrid to lean for her microphone and speak. And the moment a sound began to hum from the blondes lips, Karen stepped back.

Dropping the microphone in the process, before damn near trying to throw Astrid out of the ring with a solid push right above her chest.

"Oh fuck..." Came the natural response from the official, who wasted no time at all. Just like that, with a motion of her arms, the match had begun.