Astrid Arvidsson (C) vs Emaline — No Disqualification Match for the LAW Openweight Title

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Emaline's knees collapsed on Astrid's stomach like two anvils. For a brief moment, the champion's body jumped, folding in half, after which she sprawled on the mat again. Clutching her stomach with her hands, the blonde turned on her side, coughing painfully at the same time, even a few drops of blood flew out of her mouth, clearly hinting that such an amount of damage was too much even for her powerful body.

Even though she was trying to breathe as deeply as possible, her vision was getting blurry. Yes, her spirit was still strong, but one simple thought began to form in her mind. There is no way out of her current situation. Emaline didn't feel any threat, one of her sycophants even decided to go to the corner to enjoy the show. If only Charlotte were here.…

As soon as the Golden Dragon thought about it, a wave of noise swept through the arena. Moreover, this wave was getting louder and louder. Even through the haze in her eyes, she noticed that Emaline had moved a few steps away from her. What's going on? The sycophant named Yoro was still next to Astrid, but then a black and yellow blur flashed through the air, after which Yoro was swiftly thrown back.

Gritting her teeth, the champion blinked a few times, trying to get her mind in order. And when she opened her eyes and raised her head, she saw someone she hadn't expected to see at all. Clara Gaster. In the flesh. Astrid looked genuinely surprised. Even when the Shadow Lord came up to her and held out her hand, the champion still couldn't believe what was happening. Can be…

It was unlikely that Clara felt responsible for Astrid's lack of cover today. But maybe she wanted to defeat Astrid so much that she was even willing to help her for that. This thought brought a faint smile to the exhausted face of the Golden Dragon.

“Couldn't you come a few minutes earlier, huh?” Without losing her sense of humor, she asked, and then took Clara's hand.

With the help of the black-haired woman, Astrid got to her feet, simultaneously letting out a painful groan, which, however, was drowned out by the approving reaction of the audience. They definitely liked Clara's actions more than the actions of the pink-haired contender's henchmen.

“I owe you thanks...” she said humorlessly this time, then wiped the blood from her chin and turned her head to the side.

As expected, Emaline hid behind Yoro and Shira. Right now Astrid looked like shit, and she felt even worse. Through the efforts of Emaline and her henchmen she was now beaten like a yard dog. However, she did not forget that Clara herself was far from in the best condition, and Astrid had every reason to doubt that the Shadow Lord would be able to cope with Yoro and Shira alone.

“If you're so determined to take the title away from me, we need to work together now,” the champion said in a slightly lower voice. “Let's get these bitches out of the ring first.” Astrid clenched and unclenched her fists several times. “I hope you've watched X-Men.” Astrid's lips curled into a smile. “Take two steps forward, and then grab my hand, I'll get you to Yoro before they can blink.”

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Clara's quick wits about not attacking Emaline helped her as the challenger for the Openweight title was ready to strike at the Shadow Lord's head, as she instead drove Yoro away into the ropes. Despite the adrenaline rush, as Clara rose back up to her feet, she could feel the weight of her own body, and the bruises she got in the match with Nerissa pull her downwards. She went through a war less than a few hours ago, she was arguably at less strength than most women in the ring. If she wasn't careful, getting beat down in one of the main events for the show would be the least of her worries.

And yet, it already seemed like she was in trouble, with Emaline and both her stablemates looming over Clara trying to force her to leave the ring. But Clara would not let the LAW Openweight title change hands with a 3 v 1!

Thankfully for Clara, Astrid was swiftly recovering from the beatdown, as she offered her hand to the champion to help her get back to her feet.

Briefly ignoring Emaline and her troupe, Clara quipped back at Astrid:

"Shouldn't have got triple teamed while I wasn't looking..."

As Astrid got back up and outlined a quick plan, Clara swiftly understood what she needed to do. Clara was still determined to not lay a finger on Emaline, lest the pinkette used that to get herself another title match. But as Astrid actually outlined what she was slightly confused. Still, she followed the instruction, taking a few short steps back… before grabbing Astrid’s hand, as the Openweight Champion practically threw the Shadow Lord into the air in one motion! As Clara flew through the air, she outstretched her legs, aiming each one for a dropkick on both Yoro and Shira!

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Despite the entirety of the Emerald Enclave actively watching both Clara and Astrid's every move, their sudden execution of the fastball special had the trio's jaws dropping and their eyes' widenning. Shira and Emaline skipped several steps to the side, avoiding the attack altogether even if the latter was already out of the trajectory. On the other hand, Yoro yet again stood her ground; she brought her forearms up, hunkered down, and braced. "Gack!" The impact knocked her on her ass, though at least it softened the landing.

The Viper's courteous demeanour dissipated instantly, replaced with a solemn, almost blank countenance as she dashed towards Gaster while she recovered from the dropkick. Emaline leapt into the air and shifted her bodyweight parallel to the ground, executing a dropkick of her own except hers utilised the power of both her legs aimed at the midsection.

At the same time, Killswitch paced after her leader with her stance and attention directed towards the champion, ready to cover Emaline's back if necessary with basic but swift jabs and chops intended more to pester Astrid rather than take her down. Meanwhile, Yoyo scrambled back onto all fours and regardless of whether the pinkette's dropkick connected or not, Yoro leapfrogged off the ground and propelled herself at Clara, attempting to squash her with an improvised splash.

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When Clara responded to Astrid's joke, the blonde grinned, but at the same moment her face contorted in pain. Damn, those three bitches had done a lot of damage to her. However, now was not the time to fix on it, if Astrid started feeling sorry for herself, then even Clara's support would not help her. Now she has to forget about the pain and vent all the anger that has accumulated in her.

Astrid and Clara could hardly be called best friends, but they were definitely on the same wavelength, as the black-haired woman clearly understood the plan that the champion proposed. Without saying a word, she completely trusted the Golden Dragon and did everything exactly as the blonde asked.

Clara took two quick steps forward, while Astrid did the same. Thus, both women received a good impulse, which the champion intended to turn into something grandiose. When Clara grabbed her hand, the descendant of the great Vikings abruptly made a complete rotation around her axis, thereby creating a torque. Thus, Astrid threw Clara into the air like a cannon firing a cannonball.

The black-haired woman's flight wasn't very long, but it was damn fast. Astrid wasn't a gambling person, but she was willing to bet that neither Shira nor Yoro would have time to react to it. However, as it turned out a second later, the champion would have lost this bet. Shira and Emaline took a calm step back, thereby avoiding Clara's dropkick, and Yoro fell on her butt as if the Shadow Lord had just pushed her slightly.

“What the...”

Without finishing her sentence, Astrid rushed forward as she noticed that Emaline had launched her own offensive, probably wanting to repay Clara. The Golden Dragon was determined to prevent the pink-haired woman from accomplishing her plan, but Shira stood in her way, advancing on the champion and waving her arms wide.

Considering the fact that Astrid started her sports career with boxing, many people probably expected her to start stepping back or shifting to the side in order to avoid the punches from Shira. But... it didn't happen. Instead, the Golden Dragon continued to move forward. Several punches crashed right into her face, causing several drops of blood to fall from her lips and nose onto the mat.

Was it masochism, or did the descendant of the great Vikings just lose her mind? No.

Even if in such an unusual way, but she intended to invade Shira's personal space. A space where the red-haired woman will not be able to prevent the champion from carrying out her plan in any way. What exactly it was? As soon as Astrid was close enough, she intended to throw her right hand up and grab Shira by the throat.

“Have you ever seen what an angry dragon is capable of?”

A smile appeared on Astrid's bleeding face, which made her look like a monster from her worst nightmares. Her eyes didn't look lavender anymore, but red, even though it was just a trick of the light. She intended to strain the fingers of her right hand so hard that it looked like she wanted to literally break Shira's larynx, her knuckles even turned white from the tension. But although she would have liked to do that, for now she was going to limit herself to raising Shira in the air above the mat.

Unfortunately, the champion didn't have time to find out if Emaline's dropkick against Clara was successful. Besides, it wasn't even particularly important, because both in case of success and in case of failure, the contender would have ended up on the mat, which Astrid was going to take advantage of. Continuing to squeeze Shira's throat, the Golden Dragon intended to take a step forward, and then violently throw Shira directly at Emaline with a chokeslam!