Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout
Special conditions: place - back alley; attire - street style; anything goes
"This is something new," said Victoria, looking out the window, "was it really necessary? A street fight... it's somehow... I don't know, it's somehow unaesthetic."
“Imagine for a second that you had the opportunity to see all your ancestors,” Astrid replied, looking out the opposite window, “when they ask what you have achieved in life, what will you answer them? I don’t know what your answer will be. But when I will meet with my great ancestors, I will tell them about my fights, about my victories and how I did not lose confidence after defeat in order to get back on my feet and continue to go forward, to new victories. And I want them took pride in every tough fight I went through."
Victoria adjusted her glasses. The girls and women who formed her team were truly unique. Each of them had their own dreams and aspirations. None of them were like the other. Each of them had a purpose in life. But perhaps it was Astrid who, according to the manager, had the most unusual point of view. It was really important for this Norwegian woman to leave a legacy. And the Englishwoman saw that the blonde spoke absolutely seriously and believed with all her heart in her destiny. The car stopped. The Norwegian woman opened the door and was about to get out of the car.
"Astrid," Victoria said without turning to the blonde, "if I meet my ancestors, I want to tell them about how I helped amazing girls and women become great and that I was there when they got to the top."
"Oh?.." Astrid turned around and her eyebrows were raised high, she did not expect such words, a sincere smile appeared on her face, "this is a worthy goal, Victoria."
The Englishwoman nodded and Astrid left the car. There was a long back alley in front of the blonde. It was a sleeping area of Tokyo. Late night created a very ordinary atmosphere, there were practically no people here. There was almost perfect silence all around. The Golden Dragon headed deeper into the alley. Victoria's words were inspiring. Perhaps every manager wanted success for their charges. But this Englishwoman was clearly different from all the others. For reasons unknown to Astrid, Victoria really did care for her, Charlotte, and everyone else on their team. And that was reason enough for the Norwegian woman to do whatever was necessary today and every day after.
Astrid stopped in the center of the alley. The referee girl was already there. The blonde greeted the striped shirt and then looked around. This place was definitely not spectacular. There was dirt everywhere. Here and there rubbish like boards, sticks, bottles was scattered. Several metal bins with lids, one huge trash can. However, there was enough free space here, this was a clear plus, because fighting without being able to move freely would be very problematic.
Besides, there was plenty of light here. Perhaps this might seem strange, since usually such places were dark as night. But the explanation for this was more than simple. The blonde looked up and saw many cameras on the walls of buildings. The light was necessary so that the federation could broadcast this match to the audience. Astrid grinned, staring directly into one of the cameras. She pointed her thumb at herself.
Moving a little to the side, she leaned back on a large trash can. She could not say that she often had to fight in the street. She usually spent time in bars and this is where she got into most of the fights. Although now she was in anticipation. Her rival agreed to take such a match, which means that this night will definitely be interesting. The Golden Dragon had already gotten used to her wrestling outfit, but today she had to dress in her regular clothes in order to fit the type of match. The blonde chuckled softly, momentarily imagining what her father would say if he heard that she would fight in the street like a wild dog. Well, the Spartans didn't need comfort. And she didn't care where she'd have to enter a new match. Now all that remains is to wait for her rival.