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

[CaptainL]

Astrid's head was still throbbing from the hard landing she'd made. Everything ached, her muscles worked to their limit from how she'd strained herself to fight on. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she panted just to move the breath she needed through her lungs. But she looked up toward Widow in defiance, the blood running down the side of her face and staining her blonde hair. As much as it hurt, as much as it seemed hopeless, Astrid knew she couldn't back down now. Against a foe like Widow, she had to make every moment count. She had to stand up for what she believed in, and she refused to let her rival win - because if she did, it was a defeat that would mean so much more!

Still fighting through the haze of the DDT, Astrid tried to pull herself back up, pushing off against the mat with the palms of her hands. She tried to get one foot under her to push herself back to her feet, but as winded as she was, Widow was quicker. She grabbed Astrid's hair, forcing her to rise to her feet with a pained growl, and whipped her clean across the ring, her body hitting the ropes with enough force to launch her back at the veteran! And, right as she came in closer, Astrid watched as Widow turned on her foot, putting the momentum of her spin behind her motions as she raised her leg. Her eyes grew wider - even before anything hit, Astrid knew exactly what she was heading into.

And then...it hit.

With a loud smack, the Stardust Kick slammed into Astrd's head like a clap of thunder. The Norwegian reeled backward, her teeth clenched as her head snapped back and her body spun in a semicircle before she fell like a sack of potatoes. Everyone in the crowd gasped. Astrid had just been struck by one of Widow's most feared moves - and one she had used in the past to set up her even more devastating Frankensteiner, a move she no doubt would be especially keen on using to break the champion.

But Astrid wouldn't let herself fall. As she was going down, she held her arm out behind her, planting her palm against the mat to hold herself in place. As the dust cleared, another gasp sounded when everyone saw what Astrid had done. Even in the face of disaster, she had held herself back from falling to the Stardust Kick!

Now, on her knees, Astrid looked back up toward the veteran. Her shoulders shook with the heavy pants she took just to breathe, but she got a few words out in between each gasp. "So...was that...all you've got?" Slowly, she turned her head up, looking at Widow from behind the blood trickling between her eyes, now flowing even faster from the kick she'd taken. "I know what you're doing...and no matter how hard you hit, I won't let it break me! Because I won't give you the satisfaction of beating me in the same way you beat my father! If you really want to beat me, Widow...hit me again!!"

[The Riders]

That loud smack and thud brought a smile to Widow face, even deciding to hold her pose for the crowd to see her. But she does a double take seeing that her opponent didn't fall at all at most she stayed on her feet and only fell to her knee, now she reaching the point of what she more she has to do.

"Alright then I fucking kick your head off then... You regret daring me to hit you again." Widow screams out grabbing Astrid by the arm and Irish whips her into the ropes again, but this time she done if Astrid wants to get hit with her best move then that is what she going to do.

Timing it correctly but throwing a feint Stardust Kick Widow jumps up landing on Astrid shoulders, planning on ending the match with her finisher lending forward before throwing herself backward getting the full length and force. "Try to get out of this one Astrid.." as she screams out much to the shock of the fans seeing the infamous Frankensteiner in action.

[CaptainL]

Inside, Astrid felt the strain. She felt the soreness in her muscles, the shortness of her breath. Her fingers grasped tighter around the canvas as she fought to hold on, keeping her body rigid enough to prevent herself from falling over. Her hands shook, her muscles twitched. But the crowd wouldn't see that. Just as determined as Astrid was to not let her body waver, so too she was determined to stand firm, not letting the strain she was under show through. She was fighting back against Widow not just through standing up to her attacks, but by refusing to give in, or to show any pain or hesitation. She knew that Widow wanted to cut her low, and above all else, Astrid wouldn't let her take that satisfaction.

Gritting her teeth, she looked back up at Widow with a glare. Her muscles tensed, Astrid refused to move even an inch, lest that be enough grounds for Widow to claim victory. Her head was throbbing, but she would take any attack just to show Widow up; she'd force herself to if she had to. Even listening to her threats, Astrid wouldn't let herself be moved. "Do your worst!" she barked. "Make me sorry! We'll see!" Astrid herself didn't even know if she could stand up to Widow's assault, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she was defiant and fearless to the end!

Astrid clenched her teeth as she was dragged to her feet and went bounding off the ropes of the motion of the whip. She watched as Widow raised her leg and began to turn on her heel. It was the same motion she had put herself through just moments before, in delivering the powerful strike that had brought the champion to her knees. Thinking Theresia she had another one coming, Astrid went stiff, bracing herself to take the blow. She tensed the muscles in her back, the veins in her neck bulging as she held still. She'd taken this before, she thought; she could take it again.

But the Stardust Kick was only a feint. Widow stopped her advance then and there - and before Astrid could figure out what was going on, she jumped onto Astrid's shoulders. Hissing through clenched teeth, the Norsewoman buckled against her weight, starting to sink lower to the mat. Everyone knew what Widow was doing now - she was leveraging her height into the arc of how she threw her body into the motions of the Frankensteiner, the same way she had made it so punishing. As she swung herself back, Astrid went along with her, her head clutched by Widow's legs as she flew head over heels. The whole arena was speechless as she was whipped through the air - and, with a thud, she came down on her neck.

The ring shook. The arena rumbled with the sound of Astrid's body hitting the canvas. But when it finally stopped...nothing happened. No response. She lay there, on her back and perfectly still. Astrid Ostberg, the Heavyweight Champion...wasn't moving.

[The Riders]

This was it at long last the match was over. Hitting her finisher with all the impact that she made it known for in the world, the move that ended careers or took time off other wrestlers careers due to the pain of said move. Plus with the added momentum of Irish whipping Astrid to the ropes and catching her off the rebound just added to the force and impact of said move.

Hearing that thud of your opponent head being spiked onto the canvas. That sends a shiver up and down up and down Widow spine as she knows it over, the looks on the crowd faces even says it over as she takes a bit to soak it. Crawling over and placing herself on top of Astrid prone form even hooking the woman leg for good measure, waiting for the ref to start the count.

The ref doing as such goes to start the count.

ONE!

[CaptainL]

A deathly silence had fallen over the arena. Astrid was down, and she wasn't moving. No one could tell if she was going to get back up, or even if she could. For all anyone knew, she had been paralyzed then and there. The unspoken fear hung on everyone's minds - that the champion might have just been defeated, or worse, before their eyes.

There weren't even any boos. Not even as Widow climbed on top of Astrid and hooked her leg; the scene in the ring was only greeted with wide eyes and blank stares. Everyone was in disbelief. They knew something like this could happen, they knew Widow's reputation - but no one wanted to believe it could.

The whole way through, Astrid didn't move, or even groan or flinch. She was silent and motionless, as still as a statue.

"TWO!"

The second count landed. The referee raised her hand a third time, and everyone watched tense as they prepared for the worst...

And then, Astrid's shoulder raised off the canvas.

"NOT SO FAST!"

Instantly, the mood of the crowd changed. The silence was broken by a roar of cheers and applause, as the Norwegian powerhouse forced herself up higher, rising to a seated position! She panted for breath, blood trickling down her face from her head wound, but a defiant grin crossed her face as she planted her hands on her hips. The rush of triumph came to her, not only from hearing the excitement of her fans, but from knowing she had defied Widow at what seemed to be her moment of glory!

"You think that's enough to take me down? I've learned plenty about your tricks!" Astrid fired back. She began to rise to her feet, rolling her shoulders and working out the kinks in her neck. She was sore, but the rush of her success fueled her, pushing her through the pain. "I knew you would target my neck to try and wear it down, so I kept it as still as I could to protect it from the Frankensteiner! If you want to break my neck, Widow...you'll need to try harder than that!"

Now, seeing Astrid's comeback, the crowd lit up with cheers even louder than before! Wth a smile on her face, the blonde lowered herself into a stance, offering her hands to Widow to lock up with her in another test of strength. "I'm not done yet!"

[The Riders]

TWO!

It was happening her moment to finally finally win the title and to do against someone like Astrid would send a even bigger statement throughout LAW, and everywhere else in general due to her reign as champion. All that left is to hear that final smack on the canvas and her time at the top will be well earned.

But it wasn't mean to be as the fighting champion was able to get her shoulder off the mat and break up the pinfall, much to her frustration slapping the mat in anger and even holding up three fingers at the ref. "That was THREE... damn it." getting to her feet and stalks her way over to the ref cornering her and yelling at the woman as if she is cheating her out of her victory.

She stops cold hearing Astrid speak while getting to her feet as if it didn't even hurt her at all. It's there another crack in her armor appears as nobody has ever moved after taking one Frankensteiner let alone two at that, as the look of disbelief is on her face before shoving the ref aside glaring back at this woman who has the nerve to stand up to her.

Widow slams right back into Astrid for another lock up, her teeth gritted as she plans to match her younger opponent with all the anger and rage in her body. "Fine then I make sure to hit you with it again she screams out starting to get desperate now seeing as her go to move didn't even faze the woman, but as they say desperate leads to dangerous risks and mistakes. As widow tries to over power Astrid by taking a step forward.

[CaptainL]

Mere seconds ago, everyone was convinced that all was lost, seeing Astrid crumpled motionlessly against the canvas with Widow pulling her into a pin. But as they'd soon discover, Astrid was playing mind games just as much as Widow herself! Just as the ref's hand began to descend for the three, Astrid got a shoulder up - and the crowd went wild! The blonde lifted herself back to her feet with a grin, flexing her muscles and standing tall and proud.

It wasn't as though Widow's Frankensteiner didn't hurt. It did; there was no doubt about that. Astrid's neck still felt sore and stiff, and her shoulders ached from where Widow had bore her weight down against them, even as she rolled them out. But she wouldn't let that show. She knew how Widow would take advantage of that if she did. The Norsewoman wanted to overcome the odds and the expectations, to emerge victorious and seemingly invincible no matter how hard Widow tried to break her - and all the pain and struggle would be worth it. The crowd rejoiced at the sight of Astrid's resilience, and that alone gave her the will to press onward!

The ref staggered back against Widow's push, clearing the floor for the two heavyweights to stare each other down. Astrid glared up at Widow in defiance, refusing to back down. She held her arms out, initiating the test of strength once more. At first, as Widow came slamming into her at full force, Astrid took a single step back, her teeth clenched and her brow furrowing from the strain. But she pushed back against the mat with her foot, shoving her shoulders against Widow's own to try and even the balance between them. She couldn't let her win now, or even afford her the satisfaction of overcoming her!

"I'd like to see you try!" As she shoved back against Widow, trying to shake her balance, Astrid would suddenly let go of her wrists to reach in and wrap her arms around Widow's waist instead! Squeezing as tightly as she could and wringing every bit of force out of her grasp, the champion attempted to pull Widow closer, into a bear hug! Seeing her use her signature move, the fans were cheering on Astrid even louder than before!

[The Riders]

As they said a desperate beast would take more risks to win, in Widow case her risk was trying to over power her opponent. Even in past matches she was never a pure powerhouse wrestler even through she was built like one, her skill was all speed and break your opponent down before finishing them off. Against someone like Astrid it is a bad match up.

Her step forward cost her as her opponent just yanks her forward as she collides against Astrid smaller frame, arms wrapped around her mid section before the powerful squeezing vice like grip of the Famed Ostberg Bearhug is locked in. Feeling her sides being constricted and squeezed tightly forcing the air to leave her lungs, as she gasp out in pain from the hold.

"UUUUGHHHHH" Widow screams out in pain, shaking her head as if to deny that this is happening. Using her free hands she tries to break Astrid grip glaring at the woman with hate in her eyes, "No your not beating me like this you little cunt... I won't allow it to end like this.

[CaptainL]

This wasn't merely a moment where Astrid was using her signature move, one of a select few she'd trained carefully and honed to their maximal effect. It was that, yes, but it also meant more. This wasn't merely Astrid's trademark move, but one that was a trademark of the entire Ostberg family, from Astrid's grandfather on to the reigning LAW Heavyweight Champion. In this match, Widow was targeting Astrid's legacy, wanting to cut her down in revenge for all the trouble her father had caused her. In her mind, Astrid was a proxy for Lars Ostberg. But now, in using the same move her father had used in the past - including on Widow herself - Astrid had taken that legacy on her shoulders, and the feud of ages past was reborn!

Some in the crowd knew the context of what Astrid was doing. Others didn't, but all cheered her nonetheless, seeing the champion make a resounding comeback! She narrowed her eyes in defiance, her teeth clenched as she pulled the veteran closer against her chest, with her arms wrapped tightly around her ribs and back as she applied as much pressure as she could. Widow's screams were only spurring Astrid on, encouraging her to keep holding on and to never let go! After all, she had Widow where she wanted her; now she was proving her moves had effect!

Astrid felt as Widow grabbed at her arms, pushing and pulling at her wrists. But she sucked in a breath, drawing on all the power she could bring to bear. She stood taller, her chest puffed out and her back bent as she leveraged all of her force into her squeeze! If Widow tried to fight back, Astrid would just meet her with an even harder offensive! She shook her head, glaring back at her foe. "Then you'll have to try harder than that!"

[The Riders]

Being in this hold forced to look at her opponent face to face. Widow recalls that same look on Astrid face as the one that was on her fathers that day. After her brutal match with Asai she was called in front of the board to discuss her being banned from every wrestling company due to her injuring and or trying to injury others, having the Ostberg brothers both there speaking out against her forcing her to retire for what she did. Thereisa never forgot that look on Lars face... That smug look that she burned into her memory but the man made one fatal flaw... Thereisa was a survivor a controlled beast that would rip anybody in her path for victory.

"Gladly...UUUUGHHHHH" She grunts out still trying to break the framed bearhug grip, digging her nails into Astrid arm to try and break free from the move. But no luck due to the tight vice like grip that Astrid has her in, forcing her back to arch and feeling her limbs start to slowly go limp.

Even through the ref is looking at them both, Widow doesn't care at this point she will not risk passing out to a move like this.. Never in her life as she reaches for Astrid face and starts to rake her nails across Astrid face to either force her to break the hold or else.