Diana A./Astrid A. - Funeral For A Friend.

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A few weeks ago…

"This is nonsense, I won't do it," Astrid said with obvious indignation.

"Listen," Victoria sighed. "Things are starting to get out of control, so now you have to trust me and do everything as I tell you."

The blonde snorted irritably. When she received an invitation to a meeting from Victoria, she thought that the manager just wanted to discuss plans for matches or something similar. But she did not expect that the Englishwoman received some information that she found use for. Victoria offered Astrid a plan of action that was supposed to strengthen the blonde's position in one difficult confrontation.

"That's not what I'm here for," Astrid said stubbornly, still not agreeing with what Victoria had suggested.

"You're here to fight," the Englishwoman nodded. "But you're not in the octagon anymore, there are different rules here, and if you don't accept them, you'll become a laughing stock, that's all."

"Okay..." Astrid said, as if not believing her words, and then took the plane tickets. "But I'm not going to..."

"Just do as I told you," excitement ran through the manager's eyes and she smiled. "Then everyone will get what they want."

Present time…

Only the most optimistic person on the planet would think that everything was fine. However, there was no such person in the arena today. Everyone, without exception, felt the tension. They had no doubt that Astrid had prepared something bad for Fabiana. Diana went too far in trying to humiliate the Norwegian woman. And now it's time for revenge. As Astrid said, she will do what she has to do.

And although the blonde couldn't see Diana at that moment, she knew that the Italian woman was clearly knocked out of her rut. Every action has consequences. Diana was no exception to this rule. And Astrid could only hope that the moment Diana dialed the phone number, there was a taste of bitterness in her mouth. She wanted Diana to understand that no matter who she considered herself, her antics would not remain without consequences. If you want to consider yourself superior to others, then you have to pay the price. And the only question was, was Diana willing to pay?

"Diana may never say it out loud, but I consider her my friend," Astrid let go of Fabiana's hand and her expression changed, she smiled softly again, as if everything was as it should be. "That's why I want to help her." She took a quick look at the camera. "In this sense, people are a bit like cats, because sometimes it happens that you climbed so high that you can't go back down, then you need help." Astrid shifted her gaze to Fabiana, who smiled at the blonde. "I think Diana is in about the same situation."

The beeps continued to attack Diana's ear, but there was no response. Besides, there was no phone on the table in front of Fabiana, so luck was not on the side of Diana, who could only hope that her mother would hear the call from another room. At the same time, Fabiana breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really hope you can help her," she said. "What do you want from me?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, you've already done more than enough, huh," Astrid laughed good-naturedly. "I think Diana has already realized that there are things she shouldn't do, right?" Lightning flashed in her lavender eyes as she looked into the camera. "However, I would ask you about two things." Astrid tilted her head slightly forward. "Please keep my visit a secret, because it should be a surprise for Diana." The smile on Astrid's lips widened. "And forgive me, I have to leave you, my plane is coming soon, so I have to go." Astrid's eyes went straight to the cameras, and her smile turned sinister again. "I wouldn't want to be late for my own funeral."

Astrid pressed her index finger to her lips and froze for a few seconds before the screen turned off. The audience began to whisper in disbelief, as they did not understand exactly what Astrid meant. It was hard to say if Diana was smart enough to understand everything quickly. But it didn't matter, something else was important. The important thing was that the ringing in her phone had finally stopped.

"Diana..." her mother's hoarse voice was heard. "Why the hell are you calling me at four in the morning???!!!"

"Perfect..." the woman in the upper rows said with a smile.

The coffin lid opened. It is not known what kept the audience and Astrid's fake family from screaming, perhaps it was a feeling of fear that left them speechless. The Norwegian woman took a sitting position, and then slowly turned her head towards Diana, who was standing with her back to the blonde. Rising to her feet, Astrid left the coffin. She was wearing a black funeral dress. She was really well suited for the role of a corpse, with the only exception that she did not have a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Instead, she had a shovel. Completely ignoring her "family", the blonde went straight to Diana, stopping just two steps away from her. The audience finally recovered from the shock and the arena began to fill with noise.

"You like Huey Lewis and the News?" Astrid asked before swinging the shovel in an attempt to smash Diana's head.

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"It's going to be a bit awkward..." Diana hummed to her mother. "It's not as bad as it could be, but it's certainly not ideal for phone calls."

"It's a tiny sacrifice." Fabianna reassured her daughter, rubbing her shoulders as she gave her a brief hug. "You'll simply call me at the end of the day, to tell me all about it."

"Yes..."

"Right at the start of mine."

Why was a random conversation with her mother suddenly ringing through her mind here and now, as Diana frantically slammed the digits on her phone. It was all the more weird given said conversation occurred many a year ago - when Diana herself was first making headway out into Japan. Sharing a time difference with a relative or far away friend was always an awkward to manage thing, but it was hardly worth suddenly recalling in the heat of a moment. Said moment being the humiliation of perhaps your current, biggest foe.

And yet, it couldn't have been more apt. For Diana's eyes were wide with realisation by the time her mother had even picked up the phone. She was an early riser, but not this early. Diana would have some apologising to do no doubt. Though she wouldn't be able to do so right now.

"I'll call you back Mamma..." Diana pulled her head back, with a sour look to her face. She didn't have to turn around to realise what had just happened. Not as her hired actors and actresses' long made their way out of the ring.

"You fuckin-" CLANK. Diana's retort needless to say went completely unfinished, with Diana barely managing to turn halfway around to face the imagined blonde behind her. Not before she was struck with such force straight across the skull that it was a miracle said noggin' hadn't been shattered there and then, as the crowd came alive with a roar. The time for theatrics was over, and not a moment too soon.

For the time for violence was now.

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How was Astrid feeling at that moment? Strange. It was the most general, but at the same time the best description. She wasn't used to such theatrics. It wasn't her style. She was one of those who solves all issues directly and in most cases radically. And this principle did not fit into the fact that she just got out of the coffin, dressed in a black funeral dress and with a shovel in her hands.

On the other hand, the blonde certainly liked what was happening. Not only because she had just hit Diana on the head with the shovel, but also because it was very funny to do it in such circumstances. Few people knew this, but Astrid loved to have fun in her spare time. She just preferred to separate life in the ring and life outside the ring. She believed that there was no place for entertainment in the ring. But not at this moment.

So. How did it all come to this? Astrid's manager, Victoria, found out that Diana hires actors, buys props, and requires time and space for something big. The conclusion did not require much effort from the Englishwoman. So she came up with a plan. And although at first Astrid refused, believing that this was a real idiocy, in the end the blonde agreed with the arguments of her manager. Although it was unpleasant to admit, Astrid began to realize that not everything can be solved directly as she used to.

Of course, it was not without risks. Astrid had to personally contact Fabiana and ask her for a meeting. To her good fortune, Diana's mom shared her views on the fact that the Italian woman had lost her way. After they recorded their meeting, the only thing left for the blonde to do was to lie down in the coffin.

Although even this was a test for her. Listening to Diana's performance, Astrid was filled with both anger and laughter. Therefore, it cost her a lot of effort not to leave the coffin ahead of time. However, these efforts were worth it. All the emotions that had been accumulating in Astrid all this time, she directed into a hit with the shovel, after which Diana collapsed on the mat like a sack of potatoes to the loud screams of the audience.

"Is it not funny anymore, Diana?!" Astrid screamed, standing over the body of the Italian woman.

It is unlikely that among those who followed Astrid's career there was at least one who did not see her in an anger state. However, things were different now. There was real fury on the blonde's face. The reason for this was simple. Diana crossed a line she shouldn't have crossed. Astrid could put up with any disrespect for her personally. It would only remain between them. But Diana decided to humiliate not only Astrid, but her whole family. Astrid has been in a similar situation before. After one of her MMA matches, her opponent insulted the Norwegian woman and her entire family. In a blind rage, Astrid beat her so badly that she was banned from participating in official matches for two years.

Someone could probably say that Astrid also did not act very nobly, playing on Diana's feelings for her mother. Yes, it was not the best thing in her life. However, she did not do anything wrong to Fabiana, despite the fact that she had such an opportunity after she crossed the threshold of her house. Besides, Astrid was honest with Fabiana and told her what she was going to do before starting the recording. Okay, Astrid didn't mention the shovel. But at least she said she was going to knock all the crap out of Diana's head. So the Norwegian woman's conscience was calm.

"And now I'm going to do what I promised your mother," Astrid growled, throwing the shovel aside. "I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Despite the dress, Astrid intended to mount Diana, literally landing her ass on the lush breasts of the brunette. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the actors hired by the Italian woman were trying to leave the ring at a fast pace, realizing that it began to smell fried. They even dragged the coffin out of the ring, because it was their props. Well. Good riddance. Astrid had much more important things to do. She wanted to teach Diana a lesson. And she couldn't think of anything better than to start sending fists to the head of the former champion, who naively decided that insulting Astrid and her whole family was a good idea.

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Diana wouldn't be given time to consider her actions or her regrets. There was no match in progress, meaning Astrid was free to bare down upon her with as much might and brutality as she wanted to. And given Diana's actions, all those watching would feel it to be well and truly deserved.

Flat to her back with her arms raised up and over her face, Astrid by now was sat to her lovely breasts with her weight pressing down. The mount in itself, which was costing Astrid absolutely nothing, was starting to exhaust Diana and quickly. It was needless to say why the Italian's usual might wasn't showing itself, given that she had just taken a shovel to the back.

"What...WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR..." Diana turned her head - her desperation at an all time high in mere seconds as she bellowed out to the actors that had slipped the coffin free of the ring. With their props now safe, a handful of them would look to return to the ring with their hands raised with desire to protect the one paying their fees. Though the numbers were certainly against Astrid now, there was no mistake to be made - those now coming upon the blonde were actors, nothing more. Diana had not gone into this 'production' of hers expecting Astrid to so suddenly turn it back on her, so why would she have paid extra for the aid of professionally trained wrestlers?

Though a lack of skill didn't stop them from trying, as one of the attendee's of the funeral took to jumping upon Astrid's back with her hands flailing. To absolutely no avail, needless to say.

"GET OFF OF HER...!"

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There was definitely nothing graceful about it. But Astrid didn't even aspire to it. The moment she mounted Diana, she wanted only one thing. To turn this woman into minced meat. Therefore, without caring about anything, the Golden Dragon began to send punch after punch to the brunette's head.

To Diana's credit, despite being hit with a shovel, she managed to orient herself and raise her hands in order to defend herself. But it became for Astrid something like a red rag for the bull. Therefore, she only intensified the onslaught. If Diana wanted to protect herself with her forearms, then the blonde would just try to break them. Rage literally blurred her vision.

She didn't even understand what the Italian woman had shouted. By that time, her knuckles had turned red due to the number of punches she showered on the former champion. Not every blow was effective, but Astrid knew that the result would not be long in coming. A little more and Diana will stop resisting. And as soon as this happens, the descendant of the great Vikings will take care to knock all the shit out of Diana's head.

However, it soon became clear what exactly the brunette shouted. Due to the need to work off the money received, the actors returned to the ring. And the first one to reach blonde was the woman Diana introduced as Astrid's "mother". This woman literally jumped on the Golden Dragon, trying to both hit her in the head and pull her away from Diana.

"FUCK OFF!!!" Astrid roared.

Not wanting to let go of Diana, Astrid started twitching from side to side, trying to just throw the actress aside. The number of blows aimed at the brunette's head has noticeably decreased. But the descendant of the great Vikings was not going to be distracted by just one actress.

Everything changed at the moment when Astrid's "mother" was joined by those who played the roles of the blonde's father and brother. While the woman was hanging from the Golden Dragon's neck, the other two actors grabbed her arms.

"HAVE YOU LOST THE INSTINCT OF SELF-PRESERVATION???!!!"

It looks like it really was the case. She wondered how much Diana paid them if they were ready for something like this? Apparently it was a really impressive amount. Despite the fact that they were only actors, they made very serious efforts to pull Astrid away from the Italian woman.

And although the blonde could still resist, she couldn't do anything without her arms. In addition, it was catastrophically difficult for her to keep her balance after three people at once began to drag her in different directions. With an angry cry, the Golden Dragon rose to her feet. This moment was enough for the actors to force her to take three steps back.

"If you believe in the gods, then start praying to them..." she growled.

Jerking sharply to the right, she rammed the one who was her father in this performance with a shoulder block. The middle-aged man fell on his butt, as a result of which Astrid's right arm was free. And she hastened to take advantage of it. Turning to the left, she sent a right hook into the cheek of the one who was her brother today.

The young guy collapsed like a sack of potatoes, covering his face with his hands. Now both of Astrid's arms were free. Finally, she was able to throw her "mother" off her back. Turning to face the actress, Astrid seemed to freeze for a second. Her eyes involuntarily ran over the woman from top to toe. Perhaps it was impossible to find a woman even less like Astrid's real mother than this actress. Hatred appeared in the blonde's eyes. The actress tried to take a few steps back, but...

"Going somewhere, mother?" Astrid seemed to spit out, throwing both hands forward.

Grabbing the woman by the shoulder, Astrid bent down slightly and grabbed the actress' thigh. Straightening up to her full height, the Golden Dragon turned her upside down, and then, without any remorse, threw her down with the help of a powerslam!

Now she could go back to Diana. But when she turned around, she found that absolutely all the remaining actors were approaching her. Astrid's chest began to rise and fall heavily. The Norwegian woman clenched her fists and raised them to chin level. She was ready to destroy absolutely everyone.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!" She screamed, rushing forward with the intention of knocking out every idiot who decided that fighting her was a good idea.

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It was quantity versus quality, as Diana could but lay to her back with her head still shaking from the impact of the shovel mere moments ago. Had she managed to muster a rise, she would have surely have been able to take the blonde down a peg or two, given her 'family' was effectively dog piling her at this point. But the best the Italian could muster as a shuffle on her butt until she was back against the ropes, with her right arm thrown over the bottom rope to prop herself up. She'd rise if eventually, but all the whilst, the actors and actresses she'd hired would be on their own...

"RAHHHH!" Taking Astrid's shoulder block fully to his midriff, the 'father' of the aforementioned blonde would crumble as if he was made of paper. His 'son' would soon join him as he was rocked by Astrid's brutal hook, with said punch knocking the taste out of his mouth before he landed halfway across the already prone 'Mr Arvidsson.'

With the calamity unfolding, the handler of the weirdly-included aardvark would find themselves slipping out of the ring seamlessly - with the animal still to hand as she took her place close to the announcer table. It was a perfect view for what came next, as the matriarch of the Arvidsson family would be next in line for Astrid's wrath.

A sight to behold was given to the crowd and then some, as Astrid wasted absolutely no time in scooping the incredibly portly woman up in her arms. Before with a twist of that overweight figure in mid-air, Astrid's 'mother' would be slammed into the canvas with enough force to shake the arena, let alone the ring! With the crowd irrupting at the absolute chaos now unfolding, as Astrid switched from one figure to the next in her path to reach Diana!

A path that would soon enough be quite literally opened up for her, as Astrid found the sea of actors and actresses seemingly parting before her out of fear. Or so it appeared! For in reality, an 'order from the top' had been given, as in amidst the chaos of powerslamming her own mother, Astrid would bare witness to a tall, raven haired figure emerging from the small crowd. With a flower vase to boot!

For Diana was practically leaping over the masses with a bouquet and vase to hand - as she tried to bring it down over Astrid's head!

"FUCKERRRRRRR!"

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If you've never seen crystal clear rage, it's your lucky day. Because rage literally overwhelmed the Norwegian woman at that moment. Yes, she got rid of the closest members of her "family", but there was still a lot of work ahead of her. The front, like a wall, were the other actors and she was determined to deal with each of them. If money was really that important to them, then she had no reason to hold back.

Nothing personal. At that moment, they were just an obstacle in her way, because Diana was standing behind them. The woman that the Golden Dragon wanted to erase from the history. Perhaps not everyone was ready to believe it, but in fact Astrid could close her eyes to many things. But Diana...

Diana touched on what was more valuable to Astrid than anything. Family. Yes, of course, if you are an adequate and sane person, then family will always be something sacred for you. No one will ever be able to become closer to you than your parents. Astrid loved her mother and respected her father. However, that wasn't all.

Unlike many others, Astrid was someone for whom her family and her ancestors were objects of real pride. The Norwegian woman was genuinely proud of who she was and who her ancestors were. Legends and facts were passed down from generation to generation in her family. Astrid honored traditions and was ready to do anything to prove that she was a worthy descendant of the great Vikings.

Diana did something that Astrid could not forgive. Today, this Italian bitch humiliated not only Astrid. Today she humiliated Astrid's entire family. And now it has become a vendetta for the Golden Dragon. She intended to destroy Diana for what she had done. Therefore, she rushed to the actors without any doubts in order to knock them down and get to the brunette.

However, after the first step, something happened that the Norwegian woman did not expect. The actors began to disperse. Astrid's first thought was that they decided to surround her. But no. Then was that it? Were they scared? Good guess. But no. The Golden Dragon received an answer at the moment when Diana broke through the crowd with a vase in her hands. With a wild cry, she was approaching Astrid and her intentions were crystal clear. She wanted to smash this vase on the blonde's head.

"BITCH!!!!" Astrid screamed back.

She intended to use her fists first. But the adrenaline was flowing through her veins so fast, her body reacted automatically. Taking a step towards Diana, the Golden Dragon swung her right leg, slightly bent at the knee, up. Yeah. Astrid intended to use all her weight and all the strength of her muscles to straighten this leg in order to first smash the vase in Diana's hands, and then smash her face with a hard big boot kick!

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One good hit was all Diana needed. If she could force Astrid to the canvas, it would be nigh impossible for the blonde to rise - not with this many in the ring. It wouldn't matter if they couldn't fight one bit if each member of the funeral party was grabbing a part of Astrid. The blonde was strong, but no-one was that strong.

Wild grin to her face, Diana was already imagining the things she'd say to Astrid the moment she had her blonde foe flat against the mat. Hell, she'd even be sure to drag Astrid's 'mother' across the top of her, to ensure the heaviest member of the funeral procession was put to use. Oh the fun she'd have at Astrids expense, made all the more joyous by the fact that Astrid had ambushed her as a opposed to vice versa. For the blonde to wait in the casket all this time only to be quite literally mobbed?

The gleam was wide for all to see as Diana flew through the air, with that vase raised high as she intended to bring it down across Astrid's top half. It didn't matter where, so long as it connected.

Though, something else would connect instead...

Eyes widening in slow motion almost, Diana would be completely powerless to stop the kick launched against her. She'd hold that vase a shade higher than it already was -ensuring Astrid's boot would miss it and instead go straight to the Italian's frame. But soon enough, Diana regretted doing just that...

For the Italian would land to her feet with her body recoiling from the blow. It would teeter back - like a poorly cut tree finally ready for topping, as Diana's stiff arm still held that vase high. With the most horrendous looks to her face, the pain of being struck with the full force of Astrid right into her gut all at once hit her, as Diana's body gave way.

With that backwards fall carrying the vase she held up and over...until it came down squarely on Diana's own good looks...

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They say that when you have a weapon, it's better than if you didn't have a weapon. Therefore, someone probably thought that the advantage was on Diana's side. The vase in her hands was a good help in order to knock Astrid out here and now. But does it make sense to walk with a vase in your hands on a train rushing in your direction?

Because that's exactly what it was like. Astrid was furious and she was moving forward like a mad locomotive. She didn't care about any obstacles in her way. And so nothing stopped her.

Unfortunately, the blonde's kick did not find the original target. However, the descendant of the great Vikings was still satisfied with the result. Astrid kicked Diana right in the chest, which led to the fact that the brunette first theatrically staggered, and then collapsed on her back. What can make this scene even better? Only the vase that Diana dropped on her own head.

The Italian woman was left lying among the fragments of ceramics. Due to the overabundance of emotions, Astrid breathed so fast that she felt dizzy. However, she wasn't going to stop. The Norwegian woman took a step forward. And the actors surrounding Diana did the same. The blonde gritted her teeth, but stopped because of this. No matter what, she would like to avoid incidental victims.

"Are you guys sure that's what you want?" She asked in such a voice that it was clear that if they took another step, she would wipe them into dust.

The actors looked at each other in confusion, then looked first at Diana, and then at their colleagues, whom Astrid had beaten a few moments ago. And it seems that the instinct of self-preservation has not completely left them yet, because instead of trying to attack Astrid, they decided to retreat.

"Smart..." Astrid growled.

Leaning down, Astrid intended to grab Diana by the elbow and pull her up. And as soon as the brunette was in a more or less vertical position, she would first grab her leg, and then lift her onto the shoulders. At this point, the audience would start making noise, clearly understanding where everything is going.

Well, there really wasn't any secret here. Astrid intended to send Diana into oblivion with the help of her finisher. The blonde strained her body, preparing to send the Italian woman's body down. But suddenly she noticed the actors who were swarming around the ring. Oh, right. They tried to move the coffin aside, because it was their props. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in Astrid's eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"A funeral for a friend..." she chuckled so that only Diana could hear her.

Instead of throwing Diana to the mat, the descendant of the great Vikings rushed forward, rapidly approaching the edge of the ring. And only when the ropes were no more than a step and a half away, she pulled Diana's head down, simultaneously throwing her legs up. She could really try to knock her out with the finisher. But wouldn't it be more symbolic if she threw her out of the ring right into the coffin that was meant for Astrid herself? The answer was obvious. That is why the blonde intended to throw Diana over the ropes with the help of a death valley driver and thereby changing the the funeral in the completely opposite direction!

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Those in the ring with Diana were in two minds. Do they stand witness and allow their benefactor to be brutalized all the more, or do they step in to lend a hand?

Quantity could overcome quality when there was enough, and strong as she might be, Astrid couldn't overpower an outright dog pile from several aspiring actors and actresses. Many of which were on the heavier side.

But a stern word from the roaring blonde sent them all back, with the bravest of the bunch raising a single finger. Before Astrid's strong pace sent her into the masses to hide as well.

"Do...Something..." Diana's words would leave her lips but at a volume that not even she could fully hear them. The vase had smashed clear across her noggin, with the heaviest part meeting her forehead before splitting into pieces. There was no blood to be seen, but the embarrassment was more than enough to make Diana's entire body quake. Worst still was the fact that the water in the vase had covered her face and hair, making her look outright unkempt!

With those in attendance offering absolutely no support whatsoever, Diana's body was pulled easily off the canvas into Astrid's strong grip. Water dripping from her face onto her blonde nemesis, the limbs of the Italian looked outright lifeless as she was hoisted up into the sky. With there being absolutely no good ending to said hoist!

With the roars of the crowd mixing in well with the sounds of her entourage rapidly leaving the ring, Diana was utterly helpless as Astrid saw fit to send her through the skies! With her body outright soaring as Astrid brought her back down to earth - though not in the ring, or anywhere close for that matter!

For the blonde beauty saw fit to throw Diana from the ring with the utmost of ease - not to the thin mats that adorned the outside area, but the coffin that Diana had prepared for Astrid!

With her strong body quite literally bouncing in it, as the air was smashed from her the moment she made contact with the thin cushions that adorned it!

It was a miracle the coffin didn't splinter into a thousand pieces!