[Last Woman Standing Match] Astrid Arvidsson vs Diana Accera - For abs, booba and the Openweight Title (Apex Match)

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There was no mercy to be had by Astrid, but no-one watching nor partaking in the match were surprised. Astrid had started this feud by asking the former LAWLESS champion to a match - it was as simple as that. Diana could of said no and left it there.

Instead, she'd not only opted to say no in the most humiliating fashion she could muster, but from there on, she'd make it her life's mission to humiliate Astrid for even bothering to ask. Everything from there on was simply fair play on the blondes part.

Anything shy of outright murder, at least.

With her body completely limp and tears across her eyes - albeit tears of pure pain, nothing else - Diana had no life to her as Astrid came to her again. With hands latching tightly to either side of her, Diana knew even in her pained stupor what was about to come. Which only highlighted the poor condition she was currently in all the more, as she did absolutely nothing to stop it!

Paraded around once more, Diana wouldn't even have the warm shoulders of Astrid to lay against. Astrid had taken to holding Diana high as if she were a trophy - with her biceps fully flexed and stretched! No amount of struggling from the Italian was going to bring about a safe landing from this position - for even had she landed a clear shot against Astrid's cheek, the best she could hope was landing evenly against the canvas from this horrendous height.

Though as Astrid neared the edge of the ring, Diana regretted not throwing that haymaker all the same. For whilst there was no good way to escape this precarious lift, there was one absolutely abysmal way for it to end. And luck would have it that the blonde powerhouse opted for that very way...

As the crowd took to roaring once more, with Diana now airborne as she was thrown from the ring itself. No noise came from Diana right up to the impact - where her strong frame would literally bounce against the thin mats of the outside to land in a heap. Nothing was broken, but in the state Diana Accera was now in, it might as well have been...

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For most, it was not difficult to notice that Astrid did not act in the most familiar way for her at the moment when she stomped on Diana's stomach. Yes, indeed, usually the Norwegian did not allow herself something like that, especially considering that the brunette was already deprived of oxygen and this stomp did not carry nothing but cruelty.

However, no one should forget that Astrid was still an ordinary person. And she wasn't devoid of emotion. She always tried not to bring anything personal into her matches. However, the situation with Diana became personal literally from the very beginning. And if at first the Golden Dragon tried to resist Diana's antics, later it became literally impossible.

So, yes, Astrid really wanted to knock out of the Italian woman's head everything that settled there during her title race. She made a promise to Fabiana after all. Yet, Astrid also had a banal but fair desire to make Diana pay for everything she put her through after they met.

Therefore, Astrid felt nothing but pleasure at the moment when her boot crashed into the bruised belly of the brunette. Therefore, there was nothing but a smile on the Golden Dragon's face the moment she lifted Diana above her head. Therefore, her heart was filled with warmth the moment she threw Diana out of the ring.

Breathing heavily, because even for her it was hard to keep such a pace, Astrid put her hands on the top rope, looking with obvious pleasure at Diana, who was lying outside the ring like a broken doll. The Golden Dragon had an idea about how she could complicate her rival's life, but before Astrid had time to do anything...

"ONE!"

Only now did the blonde notice that the referee left the ring after Diana. And since the Italian woman was in no hurry to get to her feet, the striped shirt finally got the opportunity to justify her salary. Astrid grinned. In fact, she wanted to attack Diana one more time before letting the referee start counting. But, nevertheless, she decided not to hinder.

"TWO!"

The Golden Dragon slipped between the ropes, and then sat on the edge of the ring, not taking her eyes off Diana. Something told her that the match would not end there. But, nevertheless, it was a way to check how bad the brunette's condition was. In addition, while the former champion would spend her strength trying to get to her feet, Astrid could spend this time restoring her breathing.

"THREE!!"

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It was a miracle nothing on the Italian was broken by the fall - had she extended her arms to catch herself, only for gravity to force her torso into them with absolutely no chance to be had even with those strong biceps being used to slow her fall, there'd be no question about what would have happened. Astrid would have been left in the ring with her arms being raised, whilst the former LAWLESS champion - the egotist of the feud - and a former amateur boxer would be carried from the arena in a stretcher, before one if not both arms were later placed in a cast.

It hurt like nothing else on Diana's torso and hips as she came down flat, but at least the extreme damage was made somewhat manageable by the fact it was spread across her body. Though there was no surprise that she was hardly quick to her feet, as the referee took to leaning her figure over the ropes to bellow out her count.

"FOUR...FIVE...!" Peril seemed to dawn on Diana, with the threat of losing so suddenly and so embarrassingly forcing her to rise at an almost scary pace.

With her hands extended to clutch at the air, Diana had somehow mustered the ability to negate all pain and rise without aid all at once! She had pushed herself straight with sense to her eyes as she turned to the ring - with the referee turning to call to the timekeeper that the call had gone unfinished!

The match would continue!

And Diana...

Would suddenly all at once fall flat to her front again, as her body outright gave out on her - the adrenaline from the prospect of such a humiliating defeat had pushed aside all agony, only for said pain to return the moment Diana's place in the match was safe. And with that much pain to her, there was only one way to go, as her motions left the referee completely dumbstruck. With the count slowly beginning anew...

"ONE..."

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Like Astrid, the audience did not really believe that the match would end this way. Of course, such a hard fall was definitely not good for Diana's body. However, almost everyone here was sure that the pride of the former champion would make her rise to her feet. That's why no one joined the referee, who was busy counting.

The blonde, who had already normalized her breathing, slightly tilted her head to the side when the striped shirt reached the fifth count. It seems that the consequences of the fall were more serious than she thought, because Diana didn't even seem to be going to try to get to her feet. Although, of course, it was impossible to exclude the possibility that the brunette just wanted to restore as much strength as possible before quickly stop the count.

Suddenly, Diana took an upright position like Michael fucking Jackson. Even though the Golden Dragon kept her eyes on her rival, she didn't understand how it happened. Perhaps it was at that moment that she blinked. But the fact remained. Diana got to her feet and thereby interrupted the count. Astrid, who at first raised her left eyebrow in disbelief, jumped off the edge of the ring.

"Okay," she said. "Then..."

She prepared to wave her hand in order to send a chop into her opponent's chest. But then... Diana fell. At the same time, Astrid continued to look forward as if the Italian woman was still standing in front of her. The entire arena seemed to have fallen into silence, but the shock on the Golden Dragon's face best described this situation.

"What the..." she thought.

Lowering her head down, she looked at the former champion, who was lying on her stomach at her feet. No, it wasn't like a theatrical performance. No actor could have fallen on their front side so realistically. Diana really fell. The only proof that she had gotten to her feet a moment ago was...

"ONE!"

Astrid turned her head and looked at the referee, who started counting again. Well. Okay. Fine. It wasn't some kind of surrealism. The blonde had to blink several times in order for everything that had happened to finally settle down in her head.

"TWO!"

"You know," Astrid said to the referee. "No need."

Leaning down, she was going to put her arms under Diana, thereby wrapping around her waist. Astrid wasn't paranoid, but if it happened once, it could very well happen again. And she wasn't going to test the veracity of that assumption. Instead, she intended to make sure that Diana would not repeat such a trick again.

Therefore, straining almost every muscle in her body, Astrid was going to straighten up to her full height, thereby lifting Diana's body parallel to the floor. Jerking her opponent up, the Golden Dragon intended to turn her over and put Diana on her shoulders. But only in order to immediately send the brunette down, spreading her legs to the sides. Astrid wanted to drive Diana into the concrete floor with one of the most spectacular moves in her arsenal, namely the victim for the dragon, although many might know it as a gutwrench sitout powerbomb!

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This was no performance by the former LAWLESS champion, with Astrid's analysis baring true. She had not suddenly risen only to change her mind and play the part of beaten dog. She was truly aching, with the adrenaline used to aid in her sudden rise washing so quickly from her body that it was a miracle Diana didn't fall forward straight onto her head. Instead, her bust would bare the brunt of the impact yet again, with the referee close to reaching the same point she was at before in her count. Only for Diana to rise once more, though this time entirely against her will.

With Astrid uninterested in watching the Italian likely rise and fall again and again until she finally straightened herself out, the blonde was on her yet again with hands pulling to deadlift the Italian not over her shoulders this time, but simply on them. Welcoming the shorter height, Diana would still react in quite a sudden manner to say the least as she lay across those stiff biceps of Astrid. Perhaps it was fear of being gorilla pressed again, this time into something sharper or perhaps the audience itself? Or perhaps it was simply fury brought in by being womanhandled by Astrid, but all the same...

Diana came alive.

With her mouth wide as both a scream and spittle flew through her lips, Diana became near enough impossible to hold steady if at all across Astrid's biceps. Fearing further pain, and rightfully so given what Astrid had in mind, Diana kicked her legs whilst striking with her fists in the utmost violent of manners she could muster. Her legs would hardly be causing damage given where they were, but they would do their job in making Diana's bottom half jiggle like hell.

Her nearest arm meanwhile, would look to shoot elbows a plenty into Astrid's wide hip. It was a difficult process given where she was, but it was still the preferred option to laying like a limp fish over Astrids arms. Even more so as Astrid began to poise her figure for a lift - one Diana was uninterested in seeing the end of!

As her opposing hand came to Astrids hands themselves, in an effort to twist a finger and break the grip before it turned nasty!

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Whatever it was, Astrid didn't want it to happen again. Therefore, she decided to act for sure. She had quite a lot of heavy moves in her arsenal, but the victim for the dragon was something truly outstanding. It was a fast and extremely tough attack.

And it seems Diana knew it too. The realization that a huge amount of pain was waiting for her in a few seconds helped her to recover. As soon as the Golden Dragon lifted Diana off the floor, the former champion began to squirm like a fish thrown on the sand.

The brunette's legs could not reach Astrid, but such a large number of sudden movements literally deprived the blonde of the opportunity to lift Diana higher and turn her over. Because of this hitch, the Italian woman got an opportunity that she was not going to miss.

She used her elbow to start hitting Astrid's nearest hip, and at the same time she she aimed her hand at the blonde's fingers. The Golden Dragon almost screamed when Diana started twisting one of her fingers. It was painful. No. It hurts like hell. Astrid's grip loosened and she let go of her rival.

"By Odin's beard!" She exclaimed, staggering back a step.

The Golden Dragon looked at the throbbing finger. Another second or two and everything could end badly. In a polite society, it is considered unacceptable to attack small joints. And although Astrid understood Diana's desire to break free, it angered her.

That is why she intended to take a step towards her rival, while simultaneously swinging her right hand in order to send a knife edge chop strike to the brunette's chest. This was supposed to be compensation for the fact that Diana almost tore off her finger.

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Diana had found freedom, but it was not in a glorious manner in which she could take pride in. She'd neither brought Astrid down to earth via a seamless twist of her arm, not waited for the blonde to hoist her high before turning the powerbomb against her via a hurricanrana.

Nay, Diana had pried at those fingers as if she were in a cat fight!

Baring her teeth as she hit the thin pads on the outside, though in a manner much more preferable to that had she allowed Astrid to hoist her, Diana took a quick moment to quite literally shake the cobwebs from her head with a lively jiggle of her skull. Still aching from that colossal throw from the ring a moment ago, Diana was to her feet but with legs akin to a newborn deer. Where as Astrid was already standing fully and strong yet again, with her arm raised with intent to bring it down on Diana's chest as revenge for such a petty pulling of her fingers - with a strike that Diana had absolutely no intention of even attempting to stonewall!

Rather, she would look to get the hell out of dodge! Quaky legs used to her advantage, the fact Diana was yet to fully straighten up made it all the easier to duck her body as far as she could. Nearly falling to the pads yet again with how low she'd have to go to avoid a center bound shot, Diana wouldn't even turn her head before she fired off her attempted retort. With her right leg bucking the moment her left leg was ahead of her, Diana would look to take but a single step under and out of the way of Astrid's chop, before planting her foot squarely at her strong foes torso!

She didn't care whether Astrid would have chance to turn and face her nor stay with her back to her - all the same, Diana was looking to sink her boot neatly into Astrid, ala superkick!

One that would, in the end, find it's home in Astrid's abs! For Diana even in her blind moment felt the midriff of her strong foe press into her foot as she inadvertently turned to meet it!

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Astrid, of course, did not count on grace in every moment of this match. She was well aware that sooner or later they would have to stop standing on ceremony with each other. Diana was the first to cross this line. And although the Golden Dragon was not going to complain about this, she really wanted to send a burning chop into the chest of the Italian woman.

And although it seemed that she had every chance to do it, at the very last moment the former champion showed real miracles of dexterity and concentration. Diana ducked so low that she almost fell to the floor again. The brunette dodged Astrid's chop, whose palm touched only a few hairs of her rival.

In the blink of an eye, Diana was out of Astrid's field of vision. And the Norwegian woman had enough experience to understand that now everything depends on who turns around faster. Time was not on her side because of the unsuccessful attack, but having no other choice, the Golden Dragon tried to turn around on her toes as soon as possible.

And she turned around in time. In time to see the former champion's boot approaching her torso like a cannonball. This time there was no secret as to why Diana was able to launch an attack earlier than the descendant of the great Vikings. She decided to kick Astrid without even turning to her. Madness? Definitely. But was anyone really ready to say it out loud at that moment? Unlikely.

The blonde's brain sent out a neural signal, but it was too slow. Yes, she wanted to defend herself, but when you're caught off guard, your body just can't react in time. At the moment when Diana's foot crashed into the naked belly of the Golden Dragon, she did not have time to strain her abs.

Yes, this time it was much more effective than those jabs. A wave of pain and cold passed through Astrid's body. It was this infernal mixture that made her body feel like it was chained up. Astrid's eyes and mouth opened wide, an expression of agony frozen on her face.

"Uggghhh..." the air choked out through her mouth.

Unable to move and take a breath, the Golden Dragon dropped to one knee. She had to put her left hand on the concrete floor to keep at least some balance, while with her right hand she covered her abs. Yes, it was just the situation when she was not ready for a strike in the stomach, which led to such a sad result.

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Diana had no choice.

If she didn't risk falling hard amidst raising her leg, then Astrid would be on her with intent to further do harm. When the Italian put things into perspective, a rough tumble against the thin pads was much more preferable then allowing Astrid to catch her vulnerable side.

And naturally more preferably to taking that horrendous horizontal chop across her torso in the first place.

Snarling out as her foot found its home, Diana's concerns for falling flat on her face would be for nought all the same. For her leg would near enough bounce off of the steely abs of Astrid, allowing her the footing to stand straight if after a brief run off. One she'd turn to her advantage as well, by literally circling around to Astrid in something of a awkward pacing on the spot!

Finding Astrid reacting as you'd expect from a clean-if-desperate shot to the gut, Diana looked to capitalize on her sudden success by first roughly grabbing the hair of Astrid. Smugly staring into the features of her blonde foe as Diana herself still gasped from her own tumble to the outside, Diana extended her free hand to point towards her intended target - as the hand clenching the hair of Astrid wrapped all the more, to turn that grip into something of a headlock against her increasingly sweaty bosom.

As the other hand pointed towards the steel steps laid against the corner Astrid's rear side was pointed at, in something of a show for the crowd!

Gleaming to said crowd as she pushed forward, she'd look to kick off her feet with Astrid in tow whilst heaving over the aforementioned steps. If she was unlucky, her lower rear side might catch the sharp edge of the steps in a motion that would no doubt make her yell, but the Italian figured it would be worth it. For in exchange she'd look to slam Astrid's head face first upon the very top step, via a running bulldog!

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In one of the bar brawls, Astrid was hit with a stun gun. It wasn't enough to knock her out, but it was more than enough for her body to freeze. Now it was about the same situation, the only difference was that she was hit not with a stun gun, but with Diana's foot.

Cold was running through Astrid's skin like an electric current, preventing her from straining her muscles. The blonde desperately tried to take a breath, but instead so little air got into her lungs that it could hardly be called breathing. Yes, there was nothing to deny here, even though it was a blind kick, its effectiveness was on top.

And, of course, the former champion hastened to take advantage of the weakened state of the Golden Dragon, grabbing her by the hair. This caused Astrid to make a sound between a growl and a hiss. She tried to avoid hai pulling in matches, at least as long as her rivals show her the same courtesy. So Diana has just removed another restriction with her own hands. But more on that later.

Yes, at that moment, when the brunette completely wrapped her arm around Astrid's head, pressing it to her sweaty chest, the Golden Dragon could not do anything. She tried to grab her opponent's waist and wrist, but her body still refused to work properly.

Therefore, nothing prevented the Italian woman from rushing forward, dragging Astrid with her. And since Astrid was busy futilely trying to free herself from Diana's grip, she didn't even immediately realize exactly where her rival was moving. Only when Diana pulled her forward the Golden Dragon finally realized that the brunette was moving towards the metal steps. A chill ran down her spine, but it was too late.

Diana made a leap, lifting the upper part of Astrid's body for a moment, and then with one sharp movement she directed the face of the descendant of the great Vikings right into the top metal step. It was hardly possible to describe it in one word. It was a whole bunch of many different sensations. When Astrid's face crashed into the metal, a white flash ran before her eyes. However, she did not lose consciousness. The pain kept her from it.

"Uuuuaaaaahhhh!!!!" She screamed in agony.

Her head literally bounced off the metal surface. The Golden Dragon's body involuntarily turned over to the right. She rolled down, hitting the middle and bottom steps. And even when Astrid was on the concrete floor, she made another roll before stopping, lying face down.

Since the golden hair covered her face, it couldn't be seen. However, an attentive person would surely have noticed that there was something red left on the metal steps. Yes, it couldn't be seen yet, but Astrid's lower lip was torn in several places, causing blood to flow down her chin. First blood. Yes, the blood belonged to Diana.

"Mhhhhh..." groaned Astrid, trying to cope with the pain and terrible dizziness.

The Golden Dragon placed her palms near her head. Straining her muscles, she tried to push herself up. But as soon as she crossed two inches, her muscles relaxed and she collapsed to the floor again. That was enough for the referee. The striped shirt raised her right hand and stuck out her index finger.

"ONE!"