Heavyweight Championship Match: Astrid Ostberg (c) vs. Cyber Widow

[CaptainL]

Astrid sucked in a breath, and the muscles in her back and shoulders bulged. She may have been a heavyweight, and well known among the LAW roster for her strength, but there was no changing the fact that Widow was even bigger than she was, and it was a struggle to get her off her feet. Still, she had her arms around the veteran's waist, and as she hoisted herself higher, Widow was lifted off the ground and into the air! From there, Astrid hoisted her onto her shoulders. At the summit of Widow's ascent, the champion looked around her, hearing the cheers from the crowd as she surveyed the scene. As far as everyone was concerned, Widow's reign of terror was about to come to an end, and they were the ones witnessing it!

Turning to the stands, Astrid flashed a gleaming smile. She knew everyone was counting on her - and she was ready to give them what they wanted. This was it! All she needed to do was to throw Widow down! She began to lean backward, preparing for the release...

And then, suddenly, Astrid stumbled.

"Gah-!" A jolt of pain shot up from her bad leg as she put the pressure on it, trying to balance her stance. Just then, the pain she'd endured had caught up to her, and it stopped her right in her tracks! Astrid staggered, beginning to sink to her knee before she could let Widow go. The fans gasped at the sight of it, their champion succumbing to the pressure right when it seemed to be her moment of triumph!

[The Riders]

Considered herself surprised that the young woman was able to lift her massive frame up and off her feet, at least when others have done it they were still able to show off their strength. Astrid on the other hand almost did a pure deadlift on a injured leg to set up the power bomb, the camera's are flashing as it seems that this is going to be the end of the match with their fan favorite champion winning against the brutal heel.

"Fuck... Not like this when I'm so close..." Widow say's seeing what about to happen next before feeling Astrid stagger and let out a cry of pain.

Deciding to risk it and go for it since it the perfect time to strike since the champion is starting to fall to her knee, Widow leans forwards hoping to build up a enough motion before throwing herself backwards her leg's wrapped tightly around Astrid head.

"Auf Wiedersehen" Widow tells Astrid the words meaning Goodbye in her native tongue, as she flips backward going to try and end the match right now with the Frankensteiner planning on spiking her opponent head into the mat.

[CaptainL]

Astrid needed to push her body to the limit just to hold up an opponent of Widow's size and stature, especially given her sore leg. But what she had on her side was determination - the determination to hang onto the championship that meant so much to her, and the determination to win the match and to prove Widow wrong for all the times she spoke out against Astrid and her family. Her muscles strained and the veins in her neck bulged against the pressure, but through it all Astrid managed to bring Widow onto her shoulders.

Alas, determination could only go so far. And just when Astrid put her weight down on her injured leg, everything began to crumble.

The Norsewoman gasped as she felt herself fall - she managed to catch herself, bringing one foot back to bear her weight as she sank to one knee, but that did her little to ease her concerns. What still weighed on her was how her composure had been broken. One wrong move was enough to tear down everything - and now, Astrid feared she had made that one wrong move.

Worst of all, Astrid had left Widow to her own devices with her legs around her neck. She realized it at the same time the crowd did, and everyone went silent. Everyone knew what this meant. It should have been the moment that turned the tables on Widow - but instead, Astrid had offered herself up to the infamous Frankensteiner!

It was seconds later that she felt the pressure of Widow's muscular thighs around her throat, her center of balance tipping forward. "No-!" she gasped, her body going still. But it was too late. As soon as the word had left her mouth, Astrid had been sent toppling forward, with Widow rolling her right over her back from the grip of her legs alone! Seeing the mat come hurtling closer to her, Astrid clenched her teeth, bracing herself for the inevitable impact.

She landed with a thud, the canvas rippling beneath her as she dropped flat on her face. For a moment, she stayed there, groaning and stunned. But then, she began to move - reaching behind her to rub at the back of her neck as she picked herself up onto her knees. Though her words came between pants, she could still throw something back at Widow.

"Was...that supposed to hurt?" As a matter of fact, it did hurt, but for now, Astrid was going to bluff Widow. There was no use in giving her the satisfaction of thinking she'd been able to cut the champion low.

[The Riders]

There it was the moment she was waiting for. All the damage she did to her opponent leg finally showed itself when Astrid tried to go for a powerbomb, leaving herself open to anything Widow had planned.

The loud thud makes the crowd winch from the image of their champion head spiking on the canvas, some even fearing that the match was over right then and there. But a loud cheer erupts as they see Astrid getting to her feet as if the move didn't even hurt her at all chanting her name again, trying to will her to victory over her foe.

Widow can't believe it. On her knees turning her head around and seeing Astrid getting to her knees. Even after taking her finisher she is still moving either stubborn or pure will... But she will break it sooner or later.

" Oh it hurting you isn't it Astrid... But that was only one... Let's see if you can handle another one." the threat was made and now Widow has to make due. Getting to her feet and lunges at her opponent, raising her leg up for a big boot.

[CaptainL]

It would be a bit of a stretch to say that Widow's Frankensteiner didn't hurt. It was, after all, something she was infamous for. In this case, the fact that she had launched it from an inverted position, bending down from Astrid's shoulders, had prevented her from getting the full force of the arc she would throw her body in behind the maneuver. But it still hurt, causing Astrid to go still for a moment as she landed on her head. Even as she rose up, she grimaced, shuddering from the throbbing sensation in her head.

But more to the point, Astrid refused to show that pain. Not to the fans, and not to Widow herself. She knew that this was exactly what she wanted, to break Astrid's image and her pride. The Norsewoman had gone into this match with the intention of triumphing over Widow, refusing to be bent and humbled. And she was willing to power through the pain, no matter what it took, just to emerge as the one in control!

To the cheers of her fans, Astrid forced herself up from the mat, getting her knees under her and then the palms of her hands. She looked back at Widow with a glare, her body firming up as she tensed her muscles. She grit her teeth at hearing that Widow had another Frankensteiner planned, but the one thing she couldn't do was show fear or hesitation!

Unfortunately for the champion, she wasn't quite quick enough to beat Widow back to her feet, and once again Widow's speed won out. Before she could stand, Widow was already coming charging at her, her leg raised to land a boot straight to her face! With a yelp, Astrid was thrown onto her back, her hands clutching her face to shield herself from further harm.

[The Riders]

"Alright I didn't get all of it but I can see it... She hurting and this match is in the bag soon... Just have to play it safe and keep grinding it out before putting her away. I should go for the leg but I keep going for her neck it will break." Widow thinks to herself while she was nailing the big boot to Astrid face, every move leads her closer to victory in her eyes.

The crowd has gone back silent again as if they know it done. There no chance for Astrid to come back from this match and some even are starting to post that the Champion reign would end in it second defense, others are prayer that the famed Norsewoman neck is injured or worse at this point and want the match to end.

"You never had a chance Astrid... Sad that you have to pay for your father sins..." She says to the young woman, reaching down to grab her by the hair dragging her over to the corner turnbuckle. Grabbing Astrid hands arms and bends them backward, she places her foot on the back of her opponent head before slamming her head face first into the bottom buckle.

Her offense is brutal but effective as she let's go and backs away allowing the ref to come over and check on her opponent. Deciding to mock the fans by flexing and posing in Astrid earlier pose when she made her way down to the ring.

[CaptainL]

Astrid might have tried to defend herself, but against Widow, she could expect no mercy from her foe. All she could do was to wait to catch her breath while limiting the amount of damage she took as much as possible. The Norwegian realized she would need to get away to recover before Widow took further advantage of their positioning, and she rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her hands and knees. Wincing and groaning with each inch she moved, Astrid tried to crawl away toward the ropes. Her arm stretched out in front of her, her fingers coiled and grasping for her salvation...

But Astrid had come to her realization just a few seconds too late. Suddenly, she felt the pain of a thousand needles jabbed into her scalp, as Widow took a fistful of her hair. Astrid's back arched against the pressure, her teeth clenched in a scowl. She tried to twist and turn, but it was hopeless, as Widow dragged her to the corner...and there, restraining her arms behind her, she got the champion into position. The whole audience winced, anticipating what was about to happen to Astrid but knowing it wouldn't be pretty - and Astrid herself was just as tense!

At last, with a powerful stomp, Astrid's head was thrown into the turnbuckle. She let out a scream before her cries were silenced with a thud, and there she went still. Seeing the veteran's cheap tactics, the fans began to shout out boos and jeers, but none of that would alleviate the pain Astrid felt as she was left doubled over in the corner.

It was only when the referee came to Astrid's side that the champion forced herself slowly to her feet, using the ropes to hoist herself up. She panted for breath, clutching at her ribs. Between the boot to the face and having her head cruelly slammed into the turnbuckle, Astrid had developed a cut across her forehead from her temple, blood trickling down the side of her face.

"Are you okay?" the ref girl asked Astrid, checking her over for any signs of a concussion. "Can you still fight?"

Astrid panted a few times, taking a cloth from the referee and using it to clean the blood off her face. But then, as she balled a fist, she straightened herself, staring Widow dead in the eye!

"Yeah...yes! I'm only getting started!" Her defiance sparked a cheer from the crowd, as the Heavyweight Champion refused to be humbled!

[The Riders]

Widow shrugs at the boos and jeers from the fans. Doing what she feels needed to be done to bring her closer to victory, if some blood have to be seen then she will make sure that Astrid bleeds like a stuck pig in front of everyone. Backing away as the ref comes over to check on the champion again much to her annoyance.

Sweating is starting to glisten on Widow skin seeing that her moves that would make a lesser opponent surrender already, so far it hasn't happened yet with this one. Nodding her head knowing to put the champion away she would have to dig deeper into her playbook to get the win, but is kicking herself for not following up with another finisher while the champ was stunned.

Widow rushes in lunging with her dominant right leg raised up, going for another big boot to the face. One of her bread and butter moves to start off before planning on launching a stardust kick sooner then later. "Your on your last legs.."

[CaptainL]

As she straightened herself to her feet, Astrid panted for breath. Blood ran down the side of her face from the wound on her forehead, and sweat glistened on her brow as she looked back up toward Widow. Moving with purpose, the Norsewoman took a determined stride closer to her opponent, and the fans cheered, seeing that she wouldn't let herself be slowed down even with the damage she'd incurred. Astrid herself knew it well - there was only one way she wanted to end this match, and that was decisively and cleanly proving that Widow couldn't triumph against her!

After a few gasps, Astrid locked her eyes on Widow, her fist balling defiantly at her side. She pushed herself up, standing even taller as she attempted to look Widow in the eye. The veteran had bold words to say to her, but Astrid shook her head in response. "No," she said, "I'm only getting started!"

Lunging in to close the distance between the two women, Astrid attempted to grab for Widow's shoulders. Clenching her teeth to push herself to her limits, she shoved back against her opponent with all her might, struggling to force her to her knees. Even if Widow might have gotten past her defenses, Astrid was all the more desperate to show she was stronger than that!

[The Riders]

"Damn" Widow thought to herself seeing Astrid quick lunge forward closed the distance between them. Not able to raise her leg up to go for her big boot, Widow is stuck over extending with her dominant foot out to far without a clear cut of balance. Even to the point of Astrid getting past her guard and able to grip her shoulders.

"What..." Widow grunts out more in shock then pain seeing her body starting to slowly bend down, even more is her back leg starting to kneel down from being overpowered by her opponent.

She is not able to recover as Widow is forced to bend at a awkward angle almost a split with her right leg out and back leg bending touching the mat, in a nasty image that has some fans winching from seeing it. "UUUUGHHHH" conceding that she rather not injury her leg Widow falls onto her back giving up all of the ground she made during the match.