Karen S./Astrid A. - Dragon Slaying And Other Misendeavors (Part 2)

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The moment felt to be one at the end of a Karen and Astrid feud, not at the beginning of one. The cry of pure hate by either gal - it was akin to a clashing of titans, with imagined auras atop of either woman. Karen should have by all means have been flat to the canvas, but so too arguably, Astrid should have been against the ropes, clutching the abs Karen had just tried to break. Neither woman seemed to be aware of the fact.

Instead, both Karen and Astrid swung for the fences near enough literally. With no interest by either woman in self perseverance at least for the moment, the defence of both giants would be at an all time blow. There could have been a twist of hips or the tilting of a torso to avoid the blow to come - but what kind of image would that have created?

Karen had already been brought low by Astrid's striking skills; to it then be implied that she outright feared the hits of her blonde foe?

She couldn't bare it.

Nor could she bare the audacity of Astrid simply opting to strike back. Nay, this woman should have been recoiling, not only to soothe the ache from Karen's abdominal stretch, but out of concern from being struck by a raging Karen Starring who for the moment just now, had refused to acknowledge the existence of pain.

Not Astrid, it seemed, no. If Karen was going to have at her, she'd be given a receipt in pure tandem...

Struck in the collarbone as Karen's own hit found its mark, the darker haired amazons footing was all at once lost. Right leg buckling outright as Karen let loose a roar, it was a miracle in itself that she wouldn't briefly find herself head first in Astrid's heavy chest. A motion saved only by the fact that her torso then gave away in similar fashion to her leg, with Karen's entire body outright falling back. Extending her left leg down and back, Karen would opt for falling to a singular knee rather than hitting the deck outright, before she would raise her left hand to soothe the strike above her bosom.

She was as vulnerable as could be - but how would Astrid herself capitalise, if at all, given she had just taken the same blow?

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Looking at what was happening in the ring, the audience wondered if this was really the first meeting between these women? Because Astrid and Karen behaved as if this battle lasts their whole life. Emotions burst out of them like steam jets from a kettle. And each blow resounded through the arena like thunder after a flash of lightning. A mesmerizing sight, it could not be described otherwise.

There was indeed a storm in the Golden Dragon's soul. She came here for the match. But she could not have imagined that Karen would stand in her way like an insurmountable wall. Perhaps this was the best example of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Karen's strength and stubbornness both irritated and delighted the Golden Dragon. Hardly anyone, including Astrid, would risk giving a forecast of how it would all end. But she knew one thing for sure. She wanted to find out whose stubbornness would be stronger.

She put all these feelings into a blow that she sent to her opponent's collarbone. It seemed that this sound of bones colliding could be heard outside the arena. With a roar of pain, the American woman staggered back. But, to Astrid's surprise and the admiration of the audience, she did not fall. Instead, Karen found the strength to maintain the remnants of stability, thanks to which she dropped to one knee, but did not fall.

Astrid took a step forward, but then stopped. Suddenly, the blonde leaned forward, placing her left hand on her left knee, and raising her right hand to the upper part of her chest. After Karen's blow, she felt a huge surge of furious emotions that overshadowed the pain and allowed her to respond to her opponent's attack. But now the descendant of the great Vikings in all its glory felt the consequences of that blow.

Because of such an unusual moment, the audience began to make noise, urging both women to gather their strength. Astrid, breathing heavily, raised her head and looked into her rival's eyes. Are they really have known each other only for about twenty minutes? Because Astrid had the feeling that Karen was her arch-rival. Not an enemy, no. But a rival. A rival that Astrid wanted to crush at any cost. A catastrophically strange feeling, which the blonde could not get rid of even with all her desire.

Looking into Karen's eyes, Astrid felt that if she wouldn't defeat this woman, she wouldn't feel at peace. It was like an irritating scabies that could not be cured by conventional means. She will be able to get rid of that only at the moment when Karen's motionless body will be under her feet. The Golden Dragon bared her teeth, and because of the play of light, it seemed that her lavender eyes turned red for a moment.

This pause hardly lasted more than a few seconds, but it seemed to the blonde that an eternity had passed while she looked into Karen's eyes. Holding her breath, Astrid took another step forward. The pain in her chest tried to stop her. However, the desire to win over Karen was stronger than any pain.

"Grraaaa!!!!" she would have roared.

The Golden Dragon was going to turn to the left side, at the same time lifting up her right leg bent at the knee. It had been a long time since she had felt so charged. Considering the harsh attacks that Karen used, she had something to take revenge on the blue-haired woman. And she was going to start right now. The descendant of the great Vikings was going to use every millimeter of her muscles to straighten her right leg with such force that this superkick, aimed at Karen's head, if successful, would surely send the American woman to the opposite ropes!

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Back and forths like this were certainly less common in the later stages of the match - such as the state Karen and Astrid were in now - and they were even rarer between women of this scale and power. When it came to the heavyweights, exchanges such as the one Karen and Astrid had just committed to were even more seldom due to the sheer levels of strength present in the division. Karen was strong, hellishly so, but she wasn't built for taking many blows from a figure like hers.

Or rather, a figure like Astrid's.

Buckling though not outright, Karen would be to a single knee with her hands coming out in front of her. Catching herself by pressing her palms to the canvas, Karen knew all too well the vulnerable position she was in and yet she couldn't do anything. It wasn't simply a case of rising out of a difficult spot after all.

If it was that easy, she'd rise again and again every time someone tried to knock her down!

It was a given fact that Astrid would be on her over Karen being given the space herself to attack, but it didn't make dealing with the blondes inevitable assault any easier. For Astrid could have gone every which way - from strike, to powerbomb, to taking it to the skies. And Karen would be open to them all, given her face was pointed to the canvas!

Finally correcting the latter fact, it was the harshest of collisions that greeted Karen was she raised her head. Struck clean in the chin by the boot of her muscular foe, how Karen was not knocked flat to her curvy rear was beyond anyone. Instead, the fact that she would try and rise in tandem with the tilting of her head meant that Astrid's kick if anything added to her momentum.

Though it was momentum that was certainly not within her control, as Karen was sent stumbling horrifically back! With her jiggle physics on show, as her rear side looked to bounce off of the ropes as the amazon herself roared out in anguish and pained delirium!

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Some of the spectators involuntarily recoiled back, as if they were hit by a powerful wave of air. The reason for this was that Astrid's foot crashed into Karen's head with such force that it was surprising that the blue-haired woman kept her head on her shoulders. However, even though Karen's head remained in place, the same could not be said about Karen herself.

The American woman, accompanied by loud screams from the audience, went to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as quickly as if a car had crashed into her. The only thing that was louder than the screams of the audience at this moment were the screams of Karen herself, the only difference was that her screams were filled with pain. Her back pressed against the ropes, but only for a moment, as the force of tension almost instantly pushed her in the opposite direction.

Only then the audience realized that Astrid had changed her position immediately after Karen kissed her boot. Someone might have thought that the Golden Dragon had dropped to one knee due to the fact that her strength was rapidly leaving her. Well, there really was some truth in that. The blonde was honest with herself. Karen forced her to work almost to the maximum of her capabilities and her strength was really rapidly leaving her. However, she did not get down on one knee because of fatigue. The audience realized this the moment they saw that the descendant of the great Vikings put both palms on the mat, and then lifted her ass up. She didn't just get down on one knee, she took a low-start position.

"Let's check your own abs, blue-haired bitch!" Astrid growled furiously.

The Norwegian woman's body tensed and her breathing quickened. Every inch of her muscles became prominent. The dragon spread her wings. The Golden Dragon who wants to destroy the woman standing in front of her. Astrid pushed off from the mat with force and, as if flapping her wings, headed forward.

Her every step was loud. And with every step she took, the noise in the hall grew stronger and stronger. The audience did not guess what she was up to and why she needed so much speed. Someone believed that she was going to send Karen down with a hard lariat, someone believed that Astrid wanted to use another kick or a knee strike again. However, each of these assumptions would be incorrect.

With a wild roar, the Golden Dragon intended to push off from the mat once again, thereby gaining, perhaps, the maximum momentum she was capable of. Karen must have had a lot of fun when she beat Astrid's abs over and over again. Yes, the American woman had the opportunity to deliver a whole series of blows. Astrid didn't have that opportunity. Instead, she had another opportunity and she was going to use it. Instead of attacking the blue-haired woman's abs multiple times, she was only going to do it only once.

And that's why, pushing off from the mat, Astrid intended to lean forward so that her shoulder would crash into the core of her opponent. She was going to pierce Karen's abs with a devastating spear. And only at that moment would it become clear why she sent the American woman to the ropes. Because if successful, the power of this spear would surely be enough to almost literally push Karen out of the ring. Yes, of course, Astrid would have done it together with her rival. But she was ready for it. She was willing to break every bone in her body in order to defeat this woman. And if she has to fall from almost two meters high on a concrete floor for this, then she will do it with a fucking smile on her face.

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Disaster followed catastrophe as Astrid cut the distance yet again, with Karen's body in display by the time the blonde began to cut the distance again. The woman looked done in already - she wasn't, needless to say - but Astrid's brutal kick delivered cleanly to her good looks had put her in such a dire state. Reddened cheeks and puffy lips told the tale, with Karen's chest rising and falling rapidly. She'd have loved to have told the masses following the match how she turned the match on its head despite her horrific state, with her path to victory starting with a simple side-step that left Astrid falling out of the ring solo.

Had she told said story however, she would have been lying.

For Karen didn't have enough wits about her to even brace her figure or hell even raise an arm in defence, never mind outright shift her figure to the side. No, Astrid would find her mark as clean as could be, with the shoulder of the blonde dragon driving clean into Karen's waistline. Though the blonde wouldn't stop there.

Having effectively gone for a suicide dive with Karen in the way, the darker haired amazon gave way as Astrid practically folded her through the top and middle rope. Legs coming off of the ground as Astrid followed through with her spear, Karen wouldn't even have sense enough to extend her mitts in search of purchase. Be it on the ropes to mitigate the landing, or even Astrid herself to ensure the blonde came with.

Though, Karen didn't know it, but the latter was intended from the very outset. Astrid may have ran the risk of hitting the outside padding head first given how she had gone into Karen, but she seemed not to care in favour of the chance of breaking Karen's abdomen and back alike!

For both women would practically fly out of the ring, with the most guttural cry of her career falling freely from her lips as Karen hit the ground. Falling that distance was bad enough on its own - never mind the fact that mass of muscle and boob came atop of her, nearly impaling her abdomen a second time with the short distance created by the fall!

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It was beautiful. Cruel, maybe a little stupid, but beautiful. Because what is wrestling? Just two fighters in the ring trying to beat the shit out of each other with a variety of methods? No, not at all. Wrestling is not just about fighters, it's not just about the audience, it's not just about ratings and everything else. Wrestling is all this together. Emotions that are born in the ring, push fighters to really incredible things. And sometimes it even goes beyond imagination.

Approximately this happened right in front of the audience. Seeing how the Golden Dragon flapped her wings and rushed towards her rival, they knew that something was about to happen that would drive them crazy. And, damn it, they were right. Dangerous moves can be seen quite often. But not every day you can see how a fighter is ready to sacrifice their body out of a desire to defeat the opponent.

Astrid didn't care how this trip ended. She was ready to lose consciousness and break every bone in her body. But the fact remained. She was ready to go even through the very inferno of Hell in order to crush Karen, who stood in her way. And at the moment when the shoulder of the blonde crashed into the core of her rival, she definitely became one step closer to realizing this desire.

The whole arena shook first because of the roar of the audience at the moment when both women were in the air, and then because of the crash with which they fell to the concrete floor. That what real wrestling is. Those who were in the front rows almost started tearing their hair out, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. No, these women have definitely known each other for much longer than this match lasts. Perhaps they even knew each other in past lives. Otherwise, it was simply impossible to explain their desire to crush each other, because what they were doing for this was real madness.

After a short flight and a spectacular landing, no one was in a hurry to move. Karen had her reasons, because a locomotive almost literally crashed into her stomach, after which she collapsed like a stone thrown into a well. And Astrid had her reasons for staying still, too. Yes, she was willing to do anything to win on the blue-haired woman. But that didn't mean she could easily deal with the fact that her forehead had crashed into the concrete floor.

"Fuck..." the blonde stated, feeling pain even because she just opened her mouth.

Perhaps she even lost consciousness for a few seconds due to the shock wave that passed through her head. But the important thing was that now she felt as if she had been passed through a meat chipping conveyor. Only now, feeling the consequences in all its glory, she realized what madness she had just done, because for most normal people her attack looked like a pure act of suicide.

Barely finding the strength, Astrid put her palm on the floor and pushed off. Not to get to her feet, but only to roll over on her back. Now blood was flowing not only from her nose, but also from her forehead, where the wound had opened. The Norwegian woman turned her head to the side and discovered that Karen was only a few inches away from her. Both women were lying on the concrete floor almost head to head. The Golden Dragon returned her head to its original position, looking at the ceiling, she did not feel the strength to stand on her feet at this moment.

"Hey, blue cunt," she said in a weak voice. "Are you still alive?"

Why did she do that? Why did she pierce Karen's stomach with such a dangerous spear? Just for the sake of winning? Astrid, of course, was ready to go to the end in any match, but even she was not always ready to cross some boundaries. It was about Karen. But why? Just for the sake of revenge for such audacious behavior? Partly, but it certainly wasn't the primary reason. Perhaps Astrid wasn't ready to give an answer. She just knew that she wouldn't be able to live in peace until she defeats this blue-haired woman.

"ONE!"

That's right, it was still a standard match and they couldn't stay out of the ring for too long. By the way, at this moment the fact that the referee started counting did not play any role for the descendant of the great Vikings. She needed a few more seconds before she could even try to get to her feet.

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Despite her size, Karen had been wrangled, squeezed and lifted high more times than she would ever admit. But how many times had she been brought low by a single spear?

Though needless to say it wasn't solely Astrid's motion that brought Karen into a world of pain, but the fall to follow. With half of her body catching the edge of the ring, Karen's fall was as dangerous as it was awkward as the darker haired amazon fell roughly onto her front. Those nearby in the front row seats would be treated to a lovely sight - one not only given by Astrid's strong, busty frame slowly squirming upon the floor, but by Karen laying flat on her front before them. With her heavy chest ballooning against the thin pads outside of the ring, as sweat poured off her deliciously beaten frame. She'd try as she could to rise - a great deal quicker than Astrid, as a means of directly implying that the fall did no damage to her.

Though the fact her arms gave way the moment her head left the canvas would be the greatest sign that it was the complete opposite that was the truth.

A snarl would be given in response to Astrid's query, with Karen having neither the inkling or breath to give a verbal response. The screams of the referee would soon bellow out, warning she and Astrid both that whilst they had a while to go, the danger of a count out was upon them.

It would do enough to stir Karen for another attempt at a rise at least, as she slowly scrambled about on her front to have her shoulders and head close to the ring apron. Before, with winces and groans coming out at every pull, she'd extend her hands to pull upon the ring apron.

There'd be slip and fall this time from Karen, who remained adamant to climb the apron as if she was ascending the pits of hell themselves. But would she beat Astrid to the punch in standing straight?

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Karen didn't answer Astrid's question. Instead of words, Karen squeezed out something between a growl and a droning, but none of it sounded like words. However, the blue-haired woman's actions were a much more obvious answer than any words she could have said. As soon as Karen heard that the referee started counting, she immediately began to move.

"Leaving me so soon, huh?" closing her eyes, Astrid muttered so softly that she wasn't even sure Karen could hear her.

Slowly, like a turtle caught in slow motion, but the blue-haired woman started trying to get to her feet using the skirt of the ring. Fortunately for Astrid, her opponent could not do it the first time, falling to the floor again. However, this did not stop her and Karen made a second attempt. Yes, the willpower of this woman certainly deserved admiration.

"TWO!"

The referee decided to remind that both women should hurry up if they do not want the match to end in one of the most disappointing ways. Okay, that was a good argument. The argument that made Astrid gather her strength. Although she couldn't deny that her body was in such a bad state right now that she would rather lie there for a little longer, at least for a few seconds.

Gritting her teeth. The Golden Dragon rolled over on her stomach and placed her palms on the concrete floor. It wasn't hard to notice that her arms began to shake violently the moment she strained them. With a groan, the descendant of the great Vikings rose to all fours. Large drops of blood began to fall from her face directly onto the floor. She even had to run her palm over her face to get rid of the scarlet liquid, because she didn't want blood to get into her eyes.

"THREE!!"

Experiencing severe dizziness, the Golden Dragon could not clearly coordinate her movements. At first she tried to just get to her feet, but in the same second she dropped back on all fours as if gravity was acting on her with fivefold force. It seems she underestimated the damage she received due to the spear that led her and her rival to the current situation.

"Hey, Karen..." she said wearily. "I won't ask for a helping hand, but what about the leg?.."

Realizing that if she hesitated, Karen would return to the ring earlier than her, thereby gaining an advantage, Astrid decided to combine pleasant with useful. Therefore, immediately after her words, she intended to hug her opponent's nearest thigh.

"FOUR!!"

Using Karen's leg as support, the Golden Dragon intended to pull herself up and thereby get to her feet. Why was it a way to combine pleasant with useful? Well, the useful thing here was that it was a way to get back on her feet. And the pleasant thing was that in this way she could not only prevent her opponent from returning to the ring, but also slightly infuriate her. In the end, Astrid was not used to being ignored, and if Karen left the blonde's past words unanswered, then this time she doubted that the blue-haired woman would do the same.

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Karen couldn't share even a second for Astrid, though she would have certainly have liked to. With profanity, no doubt.

But no, Karen had to put every bit of focus on the task at hand, lessen she slip and end up flat to her back. There'd be no getting up in time again if such was the case, and Astrid would be free to claim a victory over Karen that whilst arguably wasn't as dominant as the other means of victory were, was just as if not more so in terms of humiliating. For the match to end simply because Karen couldn't force her top heavy frame back in the ring in time?

She was already cringing, which made pulling herself up the apron that much harder.

Her desperation wouldn't even aid her either, as the referees incoming call of the halfway mark earned no increase in speed from Karen. She was already going as fast as she could go! Though damn if she wasn't about to slow down, as a golden dragon clamped itself down on her thick thighs!

"GHhh..!" Astrid might as well have weighed four hundred pounds given the state of Karen's body, which near immediately collapsed against the ring apron as Astrid clung on. Extending a hand past the bottom rope, whilst the other hand slowly slid up to said rope, Karen would look to literally drag herself towards the ring centre even if it meant pulling Astrid with her.

Though if she had her way, by the time her top half was resting fully upon the canvas' outer edges, she'd be free to buck and kick the blonde still latched on!

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"FIVE!!!"

Oh, it seems the referee loved her job very much. The striped shirt didn't intend to wait for anyone, so she was rapidly reducing the time left for Astrid and Karen. And although the Golden Dragon found some support in the form of her rival's fleshy thigh, even that wasn't enough.

Snuffling and grunting, the blue-haired woman continued her way to the inside of the ring. Grabbing the bottom rope, she began to pull herself up. And although they were both weakened now, the fact that Karen kept moving despite Astrid's weight was commendable. It's not every day you can see such a desire to win, the Norwegian woman knew it.

"SIX!!!"

But she also knew something else. Astrid knew that if her opponent was on the edge of the ring and she didn't do anything about it, then Karen would just use her other leg to kick the Golden Dragon's head. And, considering her not the best condition, Astrid was not sure that she would be able to get into the ring in time if she fell to the floor again. So that…

"Gods know I didn't want it," Astrid grumbled.

Using Karen's leg, the blonde pulled herself up, and then raised her left hand like a rock climber. At the same moment, the arena was plunged into silence, even the referee opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to react to this. The reason? Astrid unceremoniously grabbed the American woman's left breast.

"SEVEN!!!!" the referee finally came to her senses and continued to perform her duties.

Clutching the soft flesh with her fingers, Astrid pulled herself up once more, using her other hand to hug Karen's waist. After that, she was finally on her feet, which allowed her to let go of her opponent's waist and grab the bottom rope. Their bodies were pressed tightly to each other. The subtext? Definitely. Although Astrid didn't mind it now. She had a goal, she wanted to get back in the ring. And now all means were good.